Hi there
I thought it would be an idea to open a thread all about Bird Poetry (hope I have put it in the right area of the forum) {wink}.
It will be a nice thread to open up our thoughts by using the spoken word.
I will start with this 'quirky' short poem about time, place and birds together.
Greylag Geese The train I'm am on speeds past .... a mob of Greylag Geese The train I'm on speeds past ... spread their wings The train I am on speeds past ... make little runs The train I'm on speeds past ... are left forever The train I'm on speeds past ... between earth and air Magi Gibson
Regards
Kathy and Dave
Hi Blackbird
Lovely poem ! I thought I would include this one as it reminds me of that wonderfuldocumentary "March of the Penguins" as narrated by Morgan Freeman.
My Father's Feet
To keep myself up off the ice,I find my father's feet are nice.I snuggle in his belly fluff,And that's how I stay warm enough.But when my father takes a walk,My cozy world begins to rock.He shuffles left, I hold on tight.Oh no! He's wobbling to the right.Not left again! Oops, here he goes.Do you suppose my father knowsI'm hanging on to his warm toes?
by Judy Sierra
Kerry
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Rise up this morning
smiled with the rising sun
THREE LITTLE BIRDS
beside my door step
singing sweet songs
of melodies pure and true
Saying! this our message to you oo oo
singing don't worry about a thing
cause every little thing is gonna to be alright.
Bob Marley
For viewing or photography right place right time is everything. I'd rather be in the right place with poor kit than have the best kit and be in the wrong place.
One of my favourite all time songs is 'blackbird' by Paul McCartney! Was somewhat disappointed when I learnt the true meaning behind it (even if it is a noble one!!)
"All weeds are flowers, once you get to know them" (Eeyore)
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Nice Idea ref poems just shows how tallented people are.
Here goes with one of mine . let me know what you think.
I call it BLACKBIRD
I'M AWOKE AT FOUR EACH MORNING
ABOUT THE TIME THAT DAY IS DAWNING
THE NOISE IS COMING FROM A BILL
JUST BEYOND MY WINDOW SILL
A SOUND I HOLD VERY DEAR
A FREIND IS SINGING LOUD AND CLEAR
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HIS CHILDREN SNUGGLE IN A NEST
WARM UNDER MOTHERS BREAST
THEY KNOW IT'S SAFE WHILE HE'S AROUND
BY HEARING THAT OLD FAMILIAR SOUND
THERE'S MOUTHS TO FEED SOMEHOW SOME WAY
IT'S GOING TO BE A BUSY DAY
YET STILL HE FINDS THE TIME TO SING
BEFORE HE WORKS AND TAKES TO WING
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YES MR BLACKBIRD SING YOUR SONG
THE DAYS IN FRONT ARE VERY LONG
I DON'T MIND YOU BROKE MY REST
IT'S NICE TO HEAR YOU AT YOU BEST
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I enjoyed that Ray. It sums up just how I feel about 'my' blackbird singing at 5am on summer mornings but I couldn't put it as charmingly as you have :-))
Kind regards Jane.
Thanks for that reply jef
Ihave another about the sparrowhawk I'll put on later
Ray
Morning has broken
Like the first morning;
Blackbird has spoken
Like the first bird.
Praise for the singing!
Praise for the morning!
Praise them from springing
Fresh from the Word!
(Eleanor Farjeon)
Birds find their way into the hymn repertoire too!
HERE'S A TALE
ABOUT A SNAIL
WHO COUDN'T GET HIS WILLIE ART'T SHELL
SO WHEN HE HAD A WEE
HIS SHELL WOULD FILL OF PEE
COS HE COULDN'T GET HIS WILLIE ART'T SHELL
JUST FOR A LAUGH RAY