The sparrow's songs warm my heart.
The tiny starlings quickly dart.
The blackbirds flutter, up and down.
The raven soars in a velvet gown.
The redtail hawk glides swiftly by.
Hear the scrub jay's warning cry.
Robin redbreast, in a suit so fine,
He finds some worms on which to dine.
The sound of birdsong, ringing true,
It echoes across a sky so blue.
Through the valleys, over the trees,
Each note picked up on the Humboldt breeze.
The city makes them hard to hear,
Though I discern them loud and clear.
Many children do not know
The sound of birdsong.
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Photo By Kathryn Mann
Entered also in Audubon Contest
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ReplyDeleteSorry, Maddy. I've forgotten to come in. But as I said in class, this is an excellent poem. (And the photo goes well with it.) The line about the raven's velvet gown is probably my favorite. The black of a raven is so rich looking it does seem like a velvet gown.
ReplyDeleteFun to log on and find another fine poem. It brought back the lovely memory of the early morning serenades in Hawaii. Love, G'ma
ReplyDeleteHey Maddy. Just seeing this now. I like it. Good job in the contest!
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