Meadowlark
Happy little Meadowlark
spiralling on high,
Trilling his joy
beneath a beautiful sky.
Such joy is infectious
to all who may hear,
A happy Meadowlark sing
from his heart in notes clear.
Oh how I long
for the warm summer days,
I’ll look for him then
as I roam the byways.
I’ll listen for the Meadowlark
so sweet is his song,
As he trills of his joy
all the day long.
Jackie S Brooks (c)
26 January 2004
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Nothing like a birds sweet song to make you smile, even if it that flippen blackbirdon my fence outside bedroom at 5am.
Jackie I just love to read your poetry, this is another bobby dazzler.
Love Tinka
WINTER?? WHAT winter?? We really haven't HAD A winter here in Texas! :( (Case in point: Saturday, the HIGH here was a balmy 74 degrees..in JANUARY, yet! Something DOES NOT add up here...)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your (snow-starved) friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :)
Thanks for warming me up this morning; it's bitterly cold here, with more snow - again.