...The Valley Swallow...
...Nears the Country Wren...
...Blessing it's soft wings...
...Near Emerald Isle Glen...
...Pastoral 'tis the Panorama...
...Feathery friends in the air awing...
...A surety from our beloved God...
...Are these most beautiful blessings...
A tribute to the beautiful creatures that
Fill our air...that sing, and build nests
And give a Spring day new meaning
They are but just one of the many
Blessings our Creator has given to us
An uplifting piece. I often think people can be divided into two categories: those who find birdsong irritating, and those who find it beautiful, natural music. t x
Tara and Ariel, thank you both so very much for your very kind words! So much appreciated Theo
Amazingly enough I can hear birdsong in my office, although I look out on an enclosed squre. I can't think where the birds find room to perch. Very evocative poem, Lovely, Kind regards, Margaret.
LOL! Marci! ! ! Where is it that everyone thinks i am eight? Was it my original birthdate of 1999? I have since changed that...i messed around with that for a while...two years ago, before i erased all of my poetry on here the first time i had myself as 87! Anyway, thank you dear heart. I mentioned to someone that it would be great to be eight again, but on second thought, i have changed my mind...I have a few gray hairs, and a few fine lines, and i am going to grow old gracefully...So help me... Theo :)
A calming and most beautiful write from a gal with a heart as big as the moon..This is lovely and to think that someone whose only 8 could write so gloriously. :) :) ~~~marci.xoxoxo
Meggie and duncan, Thank you both so very much for your very kind words! Blessings to you both. Love and sweet wishes, always, Theo
Beautiful..beautiful Theo.. i can feel the softness and the gentleness of nature..God's heavenly blessings..thank you Theo fort sharing this lovely poem of yours.. love and hugs, Meggie
The hauntingly beautiful ~ As The Birds Fly ~ is a soul filling poem of excellence Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when they flapped their wings...and glide to the vibrant atmosphere..however elusive..we call them friends..hello Theodora, , in blessed to see your nice work.take care