Treasure Island

Andrew Hamm

(Chesterfield, UK)

Birdsong


The birdsong from the trees above,
The trees above thy head.
The birdsong is so beautiful.
That is what I said.

The little dicky birds up there,
Flying to and fro,
Are beautiful, my eye declares,
When they are swooping low.

It’s April now, indeed it is.
The fauna’s waking now.
The birds have flown back north again
From the sunny south.

Submitted: Saturday, April 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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  • Gilia Shai (4/6/2013 10:42:00 AM)

    It reminds me of this sad poem I wrote and left in my locked apartment. a bird flying high in the sky and being spiteful and sad.
    very nice. (Report) Reply

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