Lying in my hammock, I'm looking at the sky.
No matter what goes on down here, the birds go sailing by.
They don't pay me attention, for I am no concern.
I feel if I watch long enough, there's so much I could learn.
What is it that they're showing me that I have yet to see?
They fly and soar without a care, just happy to be free.
I guess I'm very lucky to be living as I do.
I have nothing that I yearn for and my bills arn't overdue.
I'll just lie here in my hammock on my front porch in the shade.
I'll thank the birds for showing me that I've really got it made! !
Very nice, Mary. I can picture you there in Michigan in your hammock...and smile. This is a down to earth poem with a lesson for all. Raynette
Haiku to fit this poem: Birds that sail in sky may look down when they fly by beware of droppings. I can picture this, gnome or garden beauty. A hammock is a favourite thing of mine but in these parts we have giant pelicans who like to fly over and are not afraid to let go.... Are you on a roll? Best wishes H
Ah! What a beautiful place to be.This is amazing. I felt that I was there watching the birds with you.Great one from you again Mary.Love Duncan
A wonderful poem about the spirit of nature. Nothing could be more restful or pure. I loved this poem, Mary! Marilyn
You know Mary, once I was laying under a big oak tree listning to woodpeckers, going about their pecking. I could have sworn they were talking to me. Funny how mother nature's critters are not so simple after all................Dave
What else can I say? B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Just beautiful! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, Mary, I dig birds, too.