SONGS OF THE BIRDS
There’s the white-throated sparrow’s pretty tune
And the lilting robin’s song that never leave room
For doubt at all that he is really glad to be alive,
And the cooing of dove and pigeon that survive
Through winter’s bitter cold, to enjoy once again
The pleasures of spring and be free from pain.
The yellow-hammer’s tune that is makes you smile,
The squark of the crackle, you want quiet for awhile.
But the cheeping and the chatter of birds altogether
Especially with the great improvement of the weather,
Is like some extra special given to us all with love,
Then seeing more birds returning in the sky above,
Helps us realize that they are quite weary and warn,
So we will scatter seeds and food on our front lawn.
Bird visitors all year round know the place to come
And while we watch them all feeding we have fun,
Early last night a great gift to us was freely given,
The voice of the nightingale sang as if from heaven,
As that joyous, sweet, soft sound gently drifted away,
The call of the loon came from the lake he came to stay.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 2 May 2006