*****When Walking, in your mornings, Listen to the mockingbird's songs*****
Today, I saw a Mockingbird,
It, broke my heart,
She will, never soar again,
From her perch, she'll never part.
Deep inside, my soul aches,
For that Mockingbird,
Will sing no more,
Her songs, won't greet,
My mornings, ever so sweet.
Today, I saw, A Mockingbird,
She laid still,
On a bed, of lovely flowers,
Breathe again, she never will.
The songs, she sang
Were like a symphony,
That filled the morning air,
As, I walked today, silence was there.
I was, deeply sadden,
My heart ached,
And my soul silent,
For today, I saw, A dead Mockingbird.
By William Bonilla.....9/24/02
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|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Poor little bird your poem was soft and gentle|
|Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)
|Sometimes the simplest things can leave the most profound impression on us. Great write. Mal.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|This reminded me of that song...Mockingbird in a tree always follow me...
Very heart warming write
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|William it is wonderful that you feel this way. I remember as a very young person, that I used to shoot the Illinois protected bird (the Robin) with my bee-gun and they didn't die right away until the poison in the bee bee killed them. How cruel this was. As I grew, I slowly learned how bad the things were I did ... and finally the wrongness set in ... but I shall always feel
the guilt of the kill for doing the wrong things I deed. There may be forgiveness for this but I cannot forget the bad things I have done. They are always with me. But the good disappears from my memory so quickly. Bill Murray
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|This was so lovely though sad, I love birds...you did it proud;-)!|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|sad but we must always be willing to listen to the song of all god's creatures... natures is in a constant state of renewal... touching write...|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Sad, but a part of life we
|Reviewed by Nancy D.
|So sad, I live in the country and the birds are a part of my life. I agree listen to the differnt chirps, you would be amazed to what you hear, music to your ears.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|William...Sad write...exceptionally well written...BHUWAN|
|Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
|strikes the soul with sorrow...**Mari**|
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
|Great symbolism using the mockingbird
wonderfully crafted write
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|.....so she shall not sing again..... :(
Sandie Angel :o(
|Reviewed by Oisín Breen
|Absoultely beautiful probably the favorite thing of mine that youve ever written. Theres a deep seated feeling of love from this piece and it touches me. A rare gift to describe a bird like that. Thank you|