Treasure Island

Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

(((BirdSong))) Part One


How long i have waited
For that far-away-trill
Or the appearance
Of the valley Daffodil
Spring-once so distant
In time and in space
Arrives clearly on time
Clearly seen upon the warblers sweet face
Perched upon new blossomed branches n'er still
Comes the magic of the birdsongs trill
Day's become e'er complete-in there entire way
As long as the the sweet song birds music plays
Heard through the mountains & tuliped vales
Gentle birdsong melodies n'er e'er fail
As if surrounded by a choir most sublime
'Tis this magnificient aviary family O' mine
Enchanted and serene-in peace at long last
Blissful moments reigned in from my birdsong past

Submitted: Saturday, October 22, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 22, 2011

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