Birds

A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.

 

Willow in Lea


 

In cooling shade of bluebell's meadow,

secluded host to lone willow's weep

Perched songsters perform a feathered score;

from outstretched branches melodies sweep

 

In tenor chirp, sing the sure winged sparrows;

serenade peaks with their upward breasts

A bustling breeze  to blue silent bells,

prompts swayed dance for the musical guests

 

Sitting aloft in tinged backdrop of green,

swooping from sky to the willow in lea

Each kindred of flight alighting to limbs,

 forms Mother Nature's choir in the tree

 

© C.E. Vance

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a bit of silliness - in another handful of words.

This is one of my many asinine trivial works. It makes me roll my eyes.

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Green Given Giving

A vagrant bird of kiwi greens

made perch along the nesting streams.

Little more than few chirps were heard

resonating from his grotto

in all his days of solitude.

 

When he lunged to embrace the gust,

he took to glide and found himself

suddenly amidst a bold din:

this fluttering rainbow of kin,

set about in fevered retreat

from the angry threats of the cold.

 

As they came to land, so did he,

and quick he was then with his song,

no matter the luster it lacked.

No glamor was given, nor feigned,

and it came his turn to show tail

as he flailed away, resolute.

But not far, as he wasn't through,

 

and time could only abide him.

He returned to their cloyed clergy

with feathers fanning and mottled;

baby-talons tapping, clawing,

and making rhythms from his rave.

Little notice granted, but some,

and that was finally enough

to warrant the giving of gifts.

 

Some noticed the green bird's absence

for the few moments that it was,

but all caught sight of his return

with a leaf-ridden branch out-held.

On its frail and shrinking fingers,

there were berry clusters of green -

sharing the color of their tow.

At this, the lot could bend and eat,

for it was the giving of friends.

 

Now this patterned flock is dotted

by scattered flecks, like tiny leaves,

of a specific shade of green.

Where his dances and song had failed,

one might even say greed prevailed,

for he found it wise to provoke

the needs of many, all at once.

In the chaos he had found love,

proudly reared their eggs in sermon,

and died among the kin he'd earned.

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my ode entitled 'sat in nature'

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Animal Kingdom

Sat in nature

Dissolves your cares

Nature appreciation

Lacking; western nations

 

People too busy

To appreciate, sadly

Joys; Mother Earth

Programmed since birth

 

Energy to system

REPLACED GATHERING WISDOM

TV BEST VIEW???

HAVE ANY CLUE????

 

Nature provides everything

Food, water drinking

Greed, doesn’t support

Karma the retort

 

In nature; harmony

Surroundings; birds, trees

Slow outlooks down

Erases unsuitable frowns

 

Appreciate nature today

Respects to pay

Nuts take too

Birds; will thankyou

 

No fruit; trees

Ground frozen possibly

Do positive deeds

Food wildlife needs

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Birds

Birds know where they are to go in the winter.
Most follow the crowd,
or just go with their instinct.
When they are alone,
they are without a clue.
Some try to find friends,
or make new ones.
Others fly in the same direction of the wind.
Who does that help?
No one.
It may make its wings stronger,
but they wont go anywhere.
They would be at the same point at where they started.
As people,
we tend to do the same thing.
When something comes and changes your life,
you don't want to change.
You may think change is bad,
but its what makes us better as people.
If we never changed,
everything would stay the same.
Without change there would be no point in life.

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My Gull

He sat there on the rock top,
his feathers ruffled in the wind,
a big gull enjoying life,
strong claws gripping.
A big wave washed in,
washed up and over the rock.
My gull lifted into the air
momentarily,
re-landed'
graceful, unperturbed.
He faced out to sea,
sunning himself between feeds.

Suddenly decisive
he lifted, rose.
With wings spread
he faced into the wind,
set off on another quest
for his favourite fish.
I watched him,
admiring as he dissolved
into the distance.
How wonderful to float
free and unhindered
across rolling waves
and salt spume,
enjoying life to the limit
through calm and fury!

Oh, for wings to fly free!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I love watching the gulls at the seaside.

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Robins (Haiku)

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Haikus

Listening to them
chirp after three days of rain
soothing to the soul.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.11/2012

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Little Chickadee

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Children poems?

Little chickadee
I've got a few questions,
just for you!

Little Chickadee,
how high can
you fly?

How high can I fly?
This little chickadee
can fly very high.
Very high in
the great big sky!

Little chickadee,
how do
you sing?

How do I sing?
This little chickadee
and all my friends
sing like "fee-bee-fee-bay"
and also, "chickadee-dee-dee"!

Little chickadee,
hopping on the ground,
what are you looking for?

What am I looking for?
This little chickadee
is searching for food,
for little crumbs
hidden on the ground!

Little chickadee,
it was nice to talk to you,
I hope I see you again
sometime soon!

This little chickadee
has to fly away,
but maybe,
if you sit quietly outside,
me and my friends
will come to visit!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little poem that sort of came into my head while I was walking to school this morning. Idk if it's any good, so I'd love if you'd comment and let me know what you think. I sort of want it to go into my children's poems book, but idk if it's good enough...

Little Mrs. Robin

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Nature

Little Mrs. Robin,
she flaps her wings,
as she flys through the sky.
Singing her song,
cheerily, cheer up, cheer up,
cheerily, cheer up.

Little Mrs. Robin,
lands on the ground,
hopping around,
listening.
Listening to the ground,
and looking at the ground,
searching for a worm,
that's hidden under ground.

She waits, patiently,
until the time is right.
Then she plunges
her beak into the ground,
as quick as can be,
and comes back up
with a worm in her beak.

She's gotten her food,
pecking it into easier pieces
and then she
swallows it down.

She then continues
on her journey
for finding more food.

Repeating her actions,
hopping around,
stopping and cocking her head,
and then quickly
snatching a worm
out of the ground.

How she knows that
there are worms there,
I have no clue,
but she seems to know
where she needs to
stop and wait.

Little Mrs. Robin,
continues on her way,
doing what she must,
in order to survive.
Finding food and water,
and getting exercise,
and flying through the sky.

She's beautiful,
a work of nature.
Her dull orange breast,
her pale brownish-gray head,
her beautiful pure white throat,
her pale gray feathers under her tail,
and her yellow bill with a black tip.

Little Mrs. Robin,
going about her day,
watching out for danger,
and doing what she must.

Little Mrs. Robin,
comes flying back
to her nest,
way up high
in a hickory tree.

She feeds her ckicks,
and spends a
little time with them,
making sure that
they are warm,
before she
heads out again.

Little Mrs. Robin,
flapping her wings,
as she flys through the sky.
Singing her song,
cheerily, cheer up, cheer up,
cheerily, cheer up.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I finished my research on robins, and hope you like it!
If you want to hear what a robin sounds like, I got the information from this website: http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/American_Robin/id
Please let me know what you think!

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