Morning's Song

Morning's Song

A Poem by Michael

Songbirds gather in the morning mist,
and greet the rising sun,
like the woodwinds from an orchestra,
united they sing as one.


From the warbling call of mated wrens,
that sing throughout the day,
to the staccato cry of the yellowthroat,
I listen to what they say.


With sardonic scorn a crow does caw,
no care to the current song.
The others go on and ignore the brute,
keeping harmony all along.


With each new song the gray gives way,
an owl bids us farewell.
Nighttime is his time to sing,
as he hunts along the trail.


The lighted view has changed the stage,
new soloist are on the way.
“What-cheer, what-cheer!” sings the robin,
as he struts along the day.


“Tweedle-tweedle-tchak,” is soon replied,
by a mockingbird now seen.
Not impressed with his red-crest friend,
he picks at his stolen bean.


A joyous rite they do each morn,
as they sing along,
and give to us the special joy,
of hearing morning’s song.

© 2008 Michael


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Lovely verse. My two cents: I think you could cut out alot of the articles. Also, some of the rhyme seems a bit forced. Here are the first stanzas as I see them.. and of course I would carry through. I'll have some work up in a bit if you would like to trade critque. Either way, I enjoyed this poem and all the avian splendor. :)

Songbirds gather in morning mist,
to greet the rising sun,
like woodwinds from an orchestra,
united, sing as one.


From warbling calls of mated wrens,
that sing throughout the day,
to staccato cries of t yellowthroats,
I listen to what they say. (this line seems forced)


With sardonic scorn a crow does caw,
no care to current song.
Others will ignore the brute,
keeping harmony all along. (this line seems forced)



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Lovely verse. My two cents: I think you could cut out alot of the articles. Also, some of the rhyme seems a bit forced. Here are the first stanzas as I see them.. and of course I would carry through. I'll have some work up in a bit if you would like to trade critque. Either way, I enjoyed this poem and all the avian splendor. :)

Songbirds gather in morning mist,
to greet the rising sun,
like woodwinds from an orchestra,
united, sing as one.


From warbling calls of mated wrens,
that sing throughout the day,
to staccato cries of t yellowthroats,
I listen to what they say. (this line seems forced)


With sardonic scorn a crow does caw,
no care to current song.
Others will ignore the brute,
keeping harmony all along. (this line seems forced)



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What delightful verse! An excellent naturalistic poem filled with appreciation for the beauty in our world.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful! I love bird song, owls and crows. And I love your
poem as well. It reads real well and your descriptions create
a very lovely word picture!

Tina

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such lovely words. Your appreciation and expression of nature's splendor is truly unmatched.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Simply beautiful, is how I would describe this delightful write. Found it a pleasure to read. Look forward to reading more of your work. P.W.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is so very good it is going into my favorites! great rhyme, great imagery! I am going to get on my husband's case to put up that birdfeeder he got me for Mother's Day! Actually, i have been, but now I am inspired to intensify my efforts1

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

BEAUTIFUL. This was an amazing write. You are very very talented.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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