A Poem by babyboomer68

Author: babyboomer68
Created: February 09, 2018 at 12:40 am
Upload Type: Poem, G (All)  
Category: Nature | General/Other | General/Other
Upload Stats: 4.5 Stars by 2 users with 3 comments and 44 views

Harmonizing Birds  

I wake up in the morning and 
open the window to hear 
the harmonizing birds singing to me,
an all-feathered chorus free of charge,
perched upon a stage of stately elm trees,
tweeting from the spreading of the limbs,
at first a faint sound then another
until a refrain is heard throughout the yard,
I am pleased to hear their sound knowing
that life is more than a commercialized
environment in which there are gifts 
given without conditions.

Last Modified: February 09, 2018 at 12:41 pm
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February 10, 2018
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Good advice
Although it might seem this one is simply a pretty scene or a pleasant captured moment, it is actually good advice. With all the negativity in the air now, paying attention to such things helps preserve the spirit. Good work.

John, i appreciate your upbeat comment, star rating and triple applause.  ~ Sonia 

 babyboomer68 replied on February 11, 2018

February 10, 2018
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This was so deep and philosophically rich. I love the poems like this.

Blossomwriter, your comment is so kind.  It has been a while since we communicated on writersnetwork.  Thank you for the rating and applause.  ~ Sonia  

 babyboomer68 replied on February 10, 2018

February 09, 2018
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Egad, picky again!
Since you did punctuate, I think you want a period and not a comma at the end dear lady. Another great poem! I also love the beautiful chorus of birds around my home. It includes both a cardinal and a blue jay that live nearby. My favorite thing is to whistle the same tune and have the bird answer me. It becomes almost like a conversation!


Michael, you have eyes of an eagle.  I entered  the poem when I was burning the midnight oil.  Blame it also on the gremlins of autocorrect.  In our backyard, we rarely see colorful birds, yet we enjoy the usual gang and their sweet singing and watching them feed at the feeders.  Thanks for the applause and stars.  ~ Sonia 

 babyboomer68 replied on February 09, 2018

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