Mary Forrester

Twilight - Poem by Mary Forrester

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories

Comments about Twilight by Mary Forrester

  • Gold Star - 54,682 Points Roseann Shawiak (3/29/2015 8:02:00 PM)

    Lilting, rhythmical poem touching upon the nature of birds singing songs of peace to the world. Enchanting poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,678 Points 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

  • Bronze Star - 2,075 Points Noreen Carden (6/9/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Mary really enjoyable read (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,938 Points 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

  • Rookie - 397 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 4,678 Points Valerie Dohren (5/5/2014 1:31:00 PM)

    Sweet and lovely Mary. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 2, 2014

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