sing your song
with a tweet, tweet, tweet
and may it be
sweet, sweet, sweet
pleasing to the eyes and ears
as you share your heart
without any fears
sing your song
like the peaceful dove
coo, coo, coo
trilling from a perch above
sing your song
like the robin true
chirp, chirp, chirp
a sign of spring anew
sing like a cardinal male
so bold and strong
with a lighthearted lilt
to your song
try not to be a crow
CAW, CAW, CAW
from the treetops
about all YOU know
sing your song
like the smallest sparrow
peep, peep, peep
perched on wire narrow
sing your song
alongside birds of a feather
as you find one another
and sing together
My paternal grandmother was an avid bird watcher. My grandfather, her ever faithful chauffeur. She kept her eyes peeled for first time sightings as she traveled the world. She also savored the visits from feathered friends to the feeders she kept filled at home. I notice the birds and their songs more, now that I’m spending so much time outdoors with the puppy. I’m thankful for that time spent under the sky above. It’s Thinking Time. Pondering Time. Drink In The World Time. Puppy Playtime too. Recently there were five robins a bit surprised when Blue barreled around the corner, into his yard, and woofed them over to the neighbors.
shoo shoo little bird
https://turquoisetangles.com/2011/07/27/shoo-shoo-little-bird/
just a taste of it
https://turquoisetangles.com/2011/06/14/just-a-taste-of-it/
Wedding Anniversary
https://turquoisetangles.com/2011/06/14/wedding-anniversary/
© 2012 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles
Turquoise Tangles 
Carrie Murphy writes:I love this!!!!!! My husband is a birder. We both enjoy it- but him much more than me. I really enjoyed reading your poems. Thank you for sharing.
Originally posted by anonymous:
Carrie,
Thank you SO MUCH for reading my poems and commenting here.
Fun to know your husband is a birder and you too.
My idea of bird watching was to read a book in the back seat as my grandparents drove through the preserve.
In my defense, I was a teenager at the time.
~ Janean
i don't now a lot of names of the birds but i know all the ones in your charming poem.birds have always seemed to be talking to me. of course i listen carefully. a lot of the time they are making fun of my plans. but sometimes they downright warn me.:sing: "get off the trail get off the trail get off the trail". and i did and looking back saw the little war party passing by.love the poem :happy:
Originally posted by I_ArtMan:
Scott, THANK YOU so much for reading my rhyming bird poem, and for taking the time to comment as well. If I remember correctly, from reading YOUR writing, you have some Illinois roots as well. The cardinal, robin, sparrow, crow and dove are all common sights here. I used to see blue jays when I was a child growing up in a smaller community, but never see them here. Though I heard they were mean, I was always enamored of their beautiful blue feathers, so surprising a sight in nature. I am very aware of the birdsong and chatter. Sometimes it does seem as if they are speaking to you directly.
Last July I wrote, "shoo shoo little bird" about my oldest son growing up and flying further away in incremental flights. A woman I've never met in person, but who has become a good friend, honored me by printing it out and hanging it on her refrigerator, so she could read it every day. Hope your day is a good one, Art Man. ~ Janean
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/07/27/shoo-shoo-little-bird