Mary Forrester


Twilight


In the twilight of the evening
The waters rippled by
In the sky high above
The little birds did fly
They piped a song
A song of cheer
And they piped it just for me
Oh, still I hear them
Sing that song
On the hill tops
Lavender and green.

Submitted: Friday, May 02, 2014

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  • Valerie Dohren (7/10/2014 4:10:00 PM)

    Seems we all love our little birds, and this is such a delightful poem in recognition of that. (Report) Reply

  • Lorraine Colon (5/25/2014 12:01:00 PM)

    I find birds to be enchanting little messengers of peace and joy. Some of my happiest hours are spent in my garden watching and listening to birds. Entertainment without equal. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (5/9/2014 2:28:00 PM)

    Nice Mary. Rather fond of birds myself. We've been getting Goldfinches on our feeders lately - beautiful birds. (Report) Reply

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