Whistle if you need me

Whistle if you need me

A Poem by Patricia Wedel

The day was Sunny and I had a funny feeling as 

I was perched upon a branch of a Sycamore tree... 

I myself was an olive green with feathers just preened. 

as the fella started to sing, "Whistle if you need me"... 

It wasn't long before we had gathered enough Thistle to 

line our Nest of sky blue eggs waiting to burst open to Life...   

My partner was a bright Canary Gold with a trill that soothes 

the fledglings with their Beeks open wide ready to devour seeds 

and the like as if they were getting prepared for First Flight.  

Near-by in a Hammock of bright Red stripes was a Mistress 

in distress who just wanted to rest as the fledglings grew in their nest.  

The American Gold Finch will eventually rest on Coneflowers... 

© 2021 Patricia Wedel


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I call it a symphony of birds when I work in the yard trimming and listening to our great feathery friends. You are soaring in poetry as they soar high on branches. You are celebrating how to enjoy all God offers us through nature. Long live Patricia Wedel.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dearest Sami... you are very caring and kind with a heart like a bouquet of flowers. We are so bles.. read more
Sami Khalil

3 Years Ago

Wow! So true and well said. You are a blessing to all. Thank you so much for all.



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................... wot a delight ... I shall tweet all night ............. N :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dear Neville... you always seem to understand Nature
and speak the language of the wild and .. read more
Neville

3 Years Ago


... how bloomin kind Pat .. always my pleasure, treasure :)
I am quite jealous
Those are beautiful looking feather friends.
The birds down your way appear to be much more colorful than ours.
Up here, an occasion canary flies by, grosbeaks come to nest and that is about it for bright color.
Although our little blackcap babies are popping out of their eggs and I was considering zipping over with some fluorescent pink spray paint, but my wife took away my Mastercard!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dear Dave... our Country has many Birds that are Native to their own Regions. Some of the Birds do .. read more
A nice allegory...about our dear feathered friends... could be just like humans meeting, having a tryst, then times passes and babies come along; Oh, but the mistress is always around. Your imagery here is so colorful, it's like an abstract painting. You really know your birds Pat, I'm jealous. Lovely poem.
Best to you!
B.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dearest Betty... I believe that Birds are very thoughtful creatures and they sense a responsibility .. read more
I am allegorically inclined when reading this piece....yes, we find that mate, we have kids...
they fly from the nest...and then we get to do our own flying.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dear Jacob... perhaps we do prepare our fledglings to fly and begin their own life. Gliding from tr.. read more
I do love how you bring our feathered friends in to your poetry Pat. Such a peaceful scene and yet a reminder too that where there can be peace and happiness there can also be the opposite. Your poems always touch me. Whistle if you need me is an inviting title for troubled minds that are unsure who to turn to. Have sweet and peaceful thoughts always.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dear Chris... you are very intuitive and perspective...
Did you notice the Photo of the male.. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

You are full of kindness. The cream of it. Yes I noticed the goldfinches. How far apart they are.
Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

dear Chris... lovely to see both the male and female protect their Nest. Perhaps the Mistress in th.. read more
Summertime is resting in a Hammock under a
Sycamore tree... where fledglings are bursting forth
for their First Flight. gently, the Author, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Patricia Wedel
Patricia Wedel

Keystone, WV



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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..

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