Meeting of the Minds in Song

A Nuthatch lives at Forest edge...

I wandered along the Forest edge... 

and discovered the song of a Nuthatch... 

It was sad with the lilt of a Nightingale...    

I wanted to bring a note of good fortune 

to this wisp of a songbird who lives 

in a crazy upside-down world... 

So I began to sing my song with great gusto  

Our voices blended  and creatures of the Forest 

came to rest on Mossy knolls... 

The Rabbits and Raccoons and Lizards too 

enjoyed the peaceful lusty tunes... 

You may be a troubadour and bring an added voice to 

a saddened world by harmonizing and bringing 

everyone together in a crazy upside down world 

of feathered feelings of well being of all breeds 

and nationalities where peace will succeed... 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Your writing is so joyful! You whisper your thoughts so clearly we all get to share their comforting and often bright magic, Pat., thank you yet again. What you say about the voice of birds, of the all around.. is so very true. It's nothing less than miraculous at times and in the waiting of a lovely sound, a smile seems to grow from inside out … and its so very wonderful. Tis true about that feeling, near ecstasy in a way, if we could only share it, like a tossed stone rippling across water, who know the thrill of sharing its dance and whispered movement. You lure emotions from me at virtually every post you share with us all. THANK YOU. xx

[Patricia Wedel]

dearling Emma... your review is a walk in a Garden where bird songs can be heard... amongst flowers of every color and mood. I love your phrase.. "like a tossed stone rippling across water, who know the thrill of sharing its dance and whispered movement.
May your day be filled with laughter and dance. ever so fondly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

So eloquently expressed in your true poetic voice Pat. A joy to read.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew... we are at the edge of a forest where we enter to mingle with leaders who have an awesome responsibility. The citizens meet on grassy knolls of serendipity where solutions lie undisturbed for centuries. If only we could sing the melodies that nature has inspired, Thank you Andrew for being present at the Summit of our Soul. truly, Pat

[Pryde Foltz]

A truthful poem. There is peace delivered on the trill of bird song. Beautiful write, Pat:)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Pryde... birds are so sensitive and their song is a like a drop of water from a mountain spring...
that sings of moments where the air is fresh and a robin red breast lingers for awhile. Thank you Pryde for sharing a sip of water from a mountain Spring.
truly, Pat

[barleygirl]

The poem I read just before this (by Momzilla . . . nursery rhyme/political statement) was the best I've seen lately, hitting the political situation head-on with witty satire, but I prefer when a solution is presented, rather than adding to the growing roar of complaints. Your bird affinity is beautifully woven into this statement of our broken times. I love how you tell a story as a vehicle to make your "statement" . . . when I got to the point in your poem where you (narrator) broke out in song, that really tickled my fancy. Love your way of tying it all together (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Margie... you are a troubadour with your reviews and poetry.. Thanks for joining in under the trees on grassy knolls... we pray for world peace. Amen... hugs, Pat

[Neville]

Just as good the umpteenth time around as it was the first...... :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... you are like a Merry go round... riding colored horses with music entwined ... thank you dear heart. truly, Pat

[Neville]

.............. and back at thee... :)

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

You penned down something so spectacular.
This poetic piece turns out to make me flow freely with its lines, enjoying its wonderful lines and rhyme with its melody ringing in my head,

Well penned, Patricia,

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Kay... your review has touched my heart...
as I do believe that nature has the secret to living
in an atmosphere of sharing with others the bounties of a garden and a forest with coolness and branches for shelter. truly, Pat

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Well spoken, Patricia.
You're welcome.

[An owl on the moon]

What beautiful song of joy rises from your poetic thoughts. This is a tender mingling of birdsong and poet's soul desiring to see the world awakened to a better, sweeter place of peace.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Craig... hope I remember your name correctly...
I appreciate your tender review. It seems we as a country were always innovative and industrious. Now, we need to return to making our world safe to grow our food and grae our cattle in order to accommodate the people who migrate to our country.
The birds are always a good example in many ways. truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

We need to protect our land and environment in order to graze our cattle and grow our food.

[An owl on the moon]

Oh yes.. so true, Pat. And yes, you remembered my name perfectly. Thank you. Whispering blessings to you now... and all those you love.

[Patricia Wedel]

How charming... and blessings to you Craig and to all those you love. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

You remind us that all is alive around us, all unified in harmony and song and all want to live freely, joyfully. All these blends are for our enjoyment, for relaxation and feasting the eyes. Your poetry add minds-capes in the landscapes of the now. Pleasure as always to have read and enjoyed Patricia.

[Patricia Wedel]

Sami... sometimes we need to relax on a mossy knoll and ponder the ways of Nature. They seem to survive on the fruit of the land... and yet they are healthy and wise... and have beautiful feathers for protection
and build nests for shelter. Perhaps our Government could pay builders to teach Immigrants to build homes on Government owned Land, since some Citizens want to give free everything to Immigrants... why not teach them to build homes, learn to be electricians and well diggers and Agricultural farmers and Cattle keepers, and the list goes on. Eventually they have their own Cities on the Land. It could be done. An Idea planted could grow and reap a Harvest
truly, Pat

[Sami Khalil]

"I wanted to bring a note of good fortune

to this wisp of a songbird who lives

in a crazy upside-down world...

So I began to sing my song with great gusto"

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sami... when I researched the Nuthatch, I learned that it is their "Habit" to peck holes in the trunk of a tree... and then they gather berries and nuts to tuck into the holes for future meals. All this work they do "upside down" on the tree trunk. Thus, it seemed that they also live in an "upside down crazy world". This tragedy at the border is being done in an "upside down and Over" systematic fashion.. G-d help us al. Amen. Pat

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!!!. Marvelous. You are welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words. The songs fell into place. Thank you dear Pat for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... I appreciate your review of Meeting of the Minds in Song. If only we people could be in harmony just some of the time... it would make a difference. Have a great season of Summer along the beach and dancing feet. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. I love being near the lake and to be in the forest. Have fun and be safe dear Pat.

[Robert Trakofler]

this is by far my kind of tune please send me a recording so that i can carry it further what a beautiful sentiment placed in this poem lovely lovely lovely had to look up the nuthatch to hear the music not familiar with this beautiful thing what a lovely song it started it sounds like a mini horn section! pretty pretty lines Patricia

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Robert... you make my poem come alive... Yes, I also found the Nuthatch Song and became entwined with the possibility that there is hope for mankind... if we only stop every now and then to sing and share our ideas of bringing solutions to our world.
Your review is a "pretty" dance of lovely notions. fondly, Pat