About Me
This mini assignment was to write a poem about a kind of bird that lives in your area.
The Lyrebird
I hear a song in the valley belowA tune in the early morning glow
So true to the ear, ever so near
But the song of this bird
Is a lie you know
For the tune it sings
Is not its own
The Lyer Bird
Can sing the song of any bird
Its tune to the ear
Is ever so clear
Something like you have never heard
The beauty from the tunes that are just borrowed
Again it will sing in the morning of tomorrow
© 2007 ~ Tootypup
Rainbow Lorikeet
There are trees outside my workplaceWhere the foliage is dense,
These lovely coloured birds hide there
And keep me in suspense.
Sometimes when I should be working
They put on a show for me,
Flying round the car park,
Making rainbows from tree to tree.
Their colours are so vivid
And their character is keen,
They make a beautiful rainbow show,
In trees of forest green.
At evening when it’s time to roost
They make a dreadful noise,
Their presence in these trees,
Brings me special joys.
© 2007 ~ Linda V
Simplistic, Yet Majestic
Not overtly prettyor attractive to the eye
Just simplistic in its beauty
with shades of black and white
While other flocks of grandeur
in colourful array
This lone bird stands tall and proud
unseen most every day.
Yet he needs no hues of colour
for beauty to behold
No vast array of splendour
to be shaped into his mould -
For he's own brand of beauty
standing lone and tall
Comes not in his colour
but the magic of his call.
When I awake to morning
and am greeted by his voice
I lose myself within the sound
that brings me so much joy.
Such one simplistic beauty
needs not the wings to fly
But just the sweetest harmony
and call of the Magpie.
© 2007 ~ Christina
The Crimson Rosella
Of all Australia's feathered friendsthere is but one to see
Which I confess a favourite
for its vibrant beauty.
Just two simple colours
but together so striking
With a vivid red underbelly
and its brilliant blue back and wings.
They live within the forests
of eastern tablelands
Along the coast in nature reserves
where some eat from your hand.
Always found in even pairs
their beauty so refined
The phosphorescent lustre
by which they are defined.
And yet I pause to marvel
at the hued intensity
As I witness them in dozens
come to encircle me.
A picture of perfection
traced by the Master's hand
I reflect on their Crimson beauty,
the finest in all the land.
© 2007 ~ Christina
IThe sweetest song I've ever heard
Comes from a very tiny bird....
For all the notes written by men
Are paled by Carolina's wren.
© 2007 ~ Grandma Lyn
Canada Goose
Talking and protecting your young is what you do best,Thinking about a time my family put me to the test.
Taking care of your young is exactly what you do,
I'm so ever thankful for your life you present me true.
To love my family no matter how many of them are left,
To be close by and to go home every now and then a sure bet.
We bite back at times and perhaps that's just how we are,
But we are alike you my Canadian Goose friend near and far.
© 2007 ~ Stormigrl
In the tree outside my window
The Wild Canary sings...
Her song is sweet and lovely
She spreads her yellow wings
© 2007 ~ Reneé
Restless winds blow tree leaves
Strewing them on the ground with wisps
The sweltering heat crawls all over
Like a plague of locusts in September
In the splash of wave and warmth of breeze
Squirrels scamper from tree to tree
Climbing up and down like chimpanzees
For nuts to scrounge and corn kernels
Mockingbirds and sparrows flit about
While buttercups exude their wildest hues
The wind caresses in undulating grace
The hushing leaves of piñon pine trees
The cry of chirping thrushes
Resonate the song of nature's bliss
As gleaming spires of lemongrass
Proclaim its genealogic class
Tide of memories sweep the heart
Of lifelong dreams yet to start
As summer season's spectacle
Overwhelm a senescent soul
© 2007 ~ Rachelle
The cardinal, rarely seen, but the beauty and color
are something me and my family enjoy.
Looking and watching as they fly to our feeders,
eating seed and then flying away.
I wonder where all the cardinals are now.
© 2007 ~ Annsea146
Bird Connections
I don't know what kind it isI only know that it has a connection
It knows just when I want to sleep
For that is when it decides to argue
With the tree, with the house
Other birds perhaps are the cause
All I know is the bird is loud and obnoxious
© 2007 ~ Lady V
