A thrush and a mockingbird,
On a limb did meet.
The thrush said chirp, chirp,
The mockingbird said, tweet, tweet.
The mockingbird was first voice,
The thrush joined right in.
Twas a beautiful choice,
Of the two feathered friends.
A woodpecker flew in,
And started keeping the beat.
And all the feathered kin,
Made the gig complete.
And the trees came alive,
So early in the day.
And I felt wonderful vibes,
In the bed where I lay.
1/15/11 Alton Texas
A sweet, nature poem that had a nice natural flow to it. Spiritsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, and what a great way to wake up.