Perched a bird with hay and sticks
Lays them down, weaved and hooked
Gathered some more, moving quick.
A nest was built on branches three
Quiet and still, the mother pondered
Laid some eggs with joy and glee.
Climbed the tree when all was clear
Fought the longing to find what’s in
Awesome greatness, two eggs so near
Steadily glowing paired like twins.
Fought the longing to find what’s in
Awesome greatness, two eggs so near
Steadily glowing paired like twins.
And as I watched the scenes unfold
Of short flights, soared back and forth
The beak from which a marvelous hold
Of food for its little babies’ growth.
Of short flights, soared back and forth
The beak from which a marvelous hold
Of food for its little babies’ growth.
Chattering chicks, listening mum
And as the bodies’ strengths were found
Free to fly, learn and be gone.
And life’s miraculous blessings
Of labour, love, faith and test
Of birth and growth unfolding.
(I created this simple poem to recite to my young learners in class
for them to marvel at the miracle of life.)
for them to marvel at the miracle of life.)
Were those photos from your garden as well?
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean that you were stalking those birds?
(gasp)
Yes, those lovely photographs were taken from the garden itself. I wouldn't say stalking, snooping around might be a better word.
ReplyDeleteOne only has to be mindful of his surroundings to find a miracle. I'll be stalking the squirrels next as they are in courtship stage right now. :)
What kind of bird was it? A Pigeon, a Robin
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