Wood Thrush summer songs

sweet chirps... welcoming young hatchlings...

Living in a tree house where Wood Thrush nest 

waking when the sun rises in colors of yellow and rose... 

Little hatchlings chirp for food as Mom sits over 

her little brood and Dad looks for morsels to bring... 

We have placed special seed at our feeder close by 

as planning is perfect for our feathery friends...   

The songs of the Wood Thrush are like water flowing 

and water lillies growing with leaping frogs... 

We look forward to the recitals of fledglings 

learning all the notes of orchestrated symphonies... 

Nature in all its colors and sounds with butterflies 

on silver wings shaded with sky blue reflections... 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I had to look these little guys up on Google so I could see what they look like, and I found that they're related to the robin. I became acquainted with the nesting and nurturing instincts of the mourning dove, after having three nests in one year outside my bedroom window. My cats were as much a captive audience as I was, so I can truly appreciate your welcoming of the hatchlings. A most delightful of a read, Pat!

[Patricia Wedel]

my dear Kelly... I remember seeing photos of your mourning doves and how you embraced their nurturing instincts. We are fortunate to live in a bird sanctuary. Your presence here this morning has been a tonic beyond belief. May your western waves bring sweet refrain along the sandy dunes. with love, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my mom would have loved this poem as i do...she was such a bird lover....and my folks had feeders everywhere you could imagine, plus different feeders for almost any kind of bird...
the sounds of this are amazing...i can just see the Great Conductor in the sky with his wand....showing his musicians and singers the signals and nature is the giant symphony hall.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... forgive me for sending two RR's in error.
However, I see you can appreciate the Reverie of
discovering each and every beautiful Creation of birds on wing who sing without end the lullabies of the wind. Our skies around the world are filled with music and violins with orchestrated divinity. Thank you for leaning on my poem and leaving a family heart print for eternity. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i didn't find any RR's, Pat...but maybe i don't know where to look....:))))
after all these years i am finding out things i didn't know about this site. Where do we find read requests?
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear J. At the top of every poem (to the right side at top) there is a "read request" block to check. It brings up a place to type a poet's names... and also
at times provides a small list of names in alphabetical order... a few at a time. It is fun to do and also tricky (like a game of poker) but a challenge. you can repeat this procedure as many times as it takes. Of course it is always good to let poets find your poems, as some want it that way. But I at times tread where Angels fear to tread. Hope this helps. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, i just let others find me if they have a mind to...but i will look where you told me...
thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

But where do we find the read requests that have been sent to us?

[Patricia Wedel]

good question... have to run... but will get back to you later... I still feel like a new kid on the block.
Have a great day, or I would type the answer now. Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, thanks Pat.
been here for 7 years and never used the live feed till recently...or the link to find out who is online right now...duh...i am pretty much not technically savvy...
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear J. you are an astute sage... even if you live deep in the woods, we would find a path to your door... to read your poetry. I have not found any read requests that poets have sent to me... ha ha.
When I discover how we would see them, I will remember to share it with you. truly, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

The beauty in nature and the joys of new life never gets old to me, a very enjoyable read to great me this morning.

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Cherrie... lovely to read your review.
Wherever we live, it seems there are birds galore with their songs of joy... may it always be so. Blessings to you and yours. Affectionately, Pat

[Neville]

This has got Pat written write through it .. tis a woodland birdy wonder.....

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... you are a speckled egg of pure delight.... cool as a shady forest glade... thanks for stopping by and bringing a smile. As ever, Pat

[Neville]

Always a pleasure Pat & always mine.... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

A dear friend named Violet gave me a "Sun Catcher"... a sky blue butterfly
with silver edged wings... her husband Bill needs prayers, as he is very ill.
I am inspired to pen this poem for Violet and Bill... they have been married
for many years. truly, Pat