Soft as the evergreen grasses grow
Wind in the willows that peacefully blow
A song in the air as the day is dawning
And I smile to see the night that’s yawning
Sweet sweet dreams to the stars on high
Hushed in the shadows that cross the sky
Light has come to the heavens so blue
And a honey bird settles to take in the view
A wattlebird sings as he flutters around
While the parrots chatter below on the ground
And the butcherbird dives – he has seen him some prey
And the small Aussie minors are landing to play
There in the bushes a small lizard is hiding
While Maggie hunts there – his time he is biding
And a butterfly flutters on the gentle cool breeze
And there’s a chorus of birds high up in the trees
As I lift up my eyes and look into the air
A formation of birds is soaring up there
Beautiful birds with wings fully spread
Glide silently over – way over my head
And I sigh with delight – at the wonders I see
At Natures display she paraded for me
And I smile to see the day that’s yawning
For another new night has now come calling
8.12.2008
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You have such a beautiful style
This poem is such a peaceful walk through
nature. I love the yawning, the heaven's
so blue, the birds, the song in the air.
Another wonderful poem.
Artie

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Thanks, Artie. Your comments are appreciated. I love to sit out in my yard and watch the birds playing and diving into the water bowls we leave out all over. They are so beautiful. The Aussie minor is a real character. The clown of the bird world I reckon. He goes everywhere with Maggie and seems to be the offsider whatever they do. I would love to know what their relationships mean. I'll keep watching and I will learn.
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This is delightful - fun reading about your Australian varieties.


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You tell the best stories.. And this was a pretty one too.


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Thanks, mate. I am glad you liked this one. Love watching all those birds out there....Love watching all animals...lol!!!!!!!!!!
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A brilliant and wonderful story. You painted one joyous picture here my friend.

I enjoy wild life here, as well. Deer, elk, and big horn sheep to name a few.


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Thanks, doolie. Glad you liked this piece. We don't have elk or big horn here, but I'd love to see one. Maybe the zoo is where I should go.
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rich in imagery and i envy that! great style and form and rhyming and everything. wonderful work! <3
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. I am glad you liked it.
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excellent
This is such a wonderful poem. Your rhyming is sooo good. The images you have created with your words are very enjoyable.
Jeannette


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Thanks, mate. I love to watch the birds in our garden and they do give me so much joy! The Aussie minor is such a character. Maggie often beats him up but he just gets up and carries on. I love birds!
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It is so easy to capture the beauty and breathtaking views of nature in poetry, but it is hard to pen all of it. The poem itself seems as natural as the green of the grass. The metrical flow is lovely, and the rhyme is not rushed or mechanically placed there. Everything fits together, word for word. I quite enjoyed reading this.
Write on,
Brit

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Thank you so much for your wonderful comments. I am so glad you enjoyed this piece.
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Lovely way you describe the beauty of nature's creations. I think I'll go outside and join you in admiring that everchanging picture. A truly beautiful poem.


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Thanks, Bob. You can always find something wonderful when you join nature in the garden. I love watching these birds frolicking around in our yard. The little Aussie minors are the clowns of the bird world, always up to some antic. I noticed the other day that the Aussie not only accompany the maggies everywhere, but also the butcherbirds. We saw them at work. The butchers brought their young down for a feed of meat we give them every day, and lo and behold, who should be with them....the Aussie minors. I think they must be the baby sitters. Thank you for you wonderful comment and enjoy your piece of nature.
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We live in a diferent area and have diffeent birds and things but the beauty is always there, a joy to see.
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