Pat, you’re a poet who inspires me to not only be a better poet but a better human being. I would’ve never seen a woodpecker in this light. It’s a fresh and welcome perspective.
Not long ago, while cutting firewood with my dad, I heard a woodpecker in a nearby tree. Up to that point, we’d heard so many wonderful birds, including an eagle. I said to my dad, “You know the woodpecker is like the drunk guy in the bar who talks over everybody because he’s starved for intention.” I like your perspective much better. :)
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dear Robert... your perspective is humorous... my Mother passed at age 58 of cancer, but two years b.. read moredear Robert... your perspective is humorous... my Mother passed at age 58 of cancer, but two years before she passed, I introduced her to a man named Woodie who was a Widower. If I had told her he had a wooden leg and chewed Tobacco she may not have agreed to meet him. He was so charming with a thick southern accent that she fell for him immediately. Alas, myself and Woody were with her when she passed. So I really dedicate this poem to Woody who was a Believer, and would love this poem, but now Woody has passed. Let us Rejoice and enjoy each day to the fullest. Thanks for the lovely complement. I shall try to be deserving. truly, Pat
Pat, you’re a poet who inspires me to not only be a better poet but a better human being. I would’ve never seen a woodpecker in this light. It’s a fresh and welcome perspective.
Not long ago, while cutting firewood with my dad, I heard a woodpecker in a nearby tree. Up to that point, we’d heard so many wonderful birds, including an eagle. I said to my dad, “You know the woodpecker is like the drunk guy in the bar who talks over everybody because he’s starved for intention.” I like your perspective much better. :)
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dear Robert... your perspective is humorous... my Mother passed at age 58 of cancer, but two years b.. read moredear Robert... your perspective is humorous... my Mother passed at age 58 of cancer, but two years before she passed, I introduced her to a man named Woodie who was a Widower. If I had told her he had a wooden leg and chewed Tobacco she may not have agreed to meet him. He was so charming with a thick southern accent that she fell for him immediately. Alas, myself and Woody were with her when she passed. So I really dedicate this poem to Woody who was a Believer, and would love this poem, but now Woody has passed. Let us Rejoice and enjoy each day to the fullest. Thanks for the lovely complement. I shall try to be deserving. truly, Pat
Lovely verse as the birds of winter sing their joyful song
Merry Christmas to you you and yours dear Pat..
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dear Fran Marie... thank you for your visit during the Christmas season... May you days be Merry and.. read moredear Fran Marie... thank you for your visit during the Christmas season... May you days be Merry and your Joy become the reason for celebrating. Merry Christmas to you and yours. truly, Pat
dear Curt... thanks for stopping by...
Happy Holidays to you and yours... hope the Winter bi.. read moredear Curt... thanks for stopping by...
Happy Holidays to you and yours... hope the Winter birds are adding color to your heart ♥️ and soul. truly, Pat
Woody is smart...and that is a special language with a special message.
and Merry Christmas to you, Pat.
j.
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dear Jacob... 🙏 thank you for reading a special language and a special message. May your Christ.. read moredear Jacob... 🙏 thank you for reading a special language and a special message. May your Christmas be blessed with feathered friends and all that Nature provides. truly, Pat
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and so many feathered friends where i live....out in the woods on Blue Jay Lane....lots of those aro.. read moreand so many feathered friends where i live....out in the woods on Blue Jay Lane....lots of those around as well.
j.
"chirp and twitter their winter songs of Christmas Carols...
Woody seems to know Morse Code as he sends a message
far and wide that there is a Star to follow"
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dearest Sami... your reviews Have so much reverence and make us feel very special.
In the l.. read moredearest Sami... your reviews Have so much reverence and make us feel very special.
In the last couple weeks we have a Woodpecker at our Bird Feeder... which is unusual and looks exactly like the photo at the top of my poem. I wanted to write a poem about him... and it just flowed along like the lights of the 🎄 Christmas Season. Thank you 🙏 for being so Gracious. truly, Pat
Wow! What an imagination you have and a wondrous take on Christmas. Very lovely and mesmerizing. I love hearing those knocks and seeing them in action. I'm amazed all of that does not make them dazed!!!
Amazing poem and creatures.
Merry Christmas.
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dear Sami... it is amazing how Woodpeckers are determined to
do what was designed for them t.. read moredear Sami... it is amazing how Woodpeckers are determined to
do what was designed for them to pursue.
Sometimes I think they were trained by Frank Lloyd Wright to be an Architect to let the light shine through. tenderly, Pat
Wow! What an imagination you have and a wondrous take on Christmas. Very lovely and mesmerizing. I love hearing those knocks and seeing them in action. I'm amazed all of that does not make them dazed!!!
Amazing poem and creatures.
Merry Christmas.
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dear Sami... by the way, a young girl in school was asked by the teacher, “do you know the meaning.. read moredear Sami... by the way, a young girl in school was asked by the teacher, “do you know the meaning of the word Saint”. The young girl answered that her Father had taken her to the Parish where the live... and she saw the lovely stained glass windows... So she told her Teacher that a Saint is someone whom the Light shines through.”. Amen and a blessed Christmas... Pat
Life is like a River that includes the sound of Warblers among the trees laden with happiness and tears... Wings take us to places we discover and people who write the Music we love to hear... quietly.. more..