Nesting Song Poem by Denis Martindale

A proud young thrush was singing strong,
The nest had just been made,
So intricate yet all day long
That thrush had none to aid...
Alone to twist each twig in place,
Alone to fret and frown,
But now a smile upon the face,
No longer feeling down...

How many men have gained insights
And built foundations, too
And thus on these they scaled the heights
To see God's point of view?
How many buildings standing now
Did little birds inspire,
Compelling Man to wipe his brow,
Advancing higher and higher?

How many songs were then composed
To celebrate Man's deeds?
God only knows, yet coast to coast,
Man gamely still succeeds...
So spare a thought for toil and strife,
When in a worthy cause,
Because through these, this thing called life,
Grants more than twigs and straws...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Nesting Song'.


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