Treasure Island

George Hunter


Bird Feeding


Put out some birdseed today
But the sparrows all flew away.
They saw the cat
And away they did scat
But they will be back, I pray.

They like the bird food
‘Cause it tastes so good.
A change in their diet
I’m glad that they try it
It puts me in a good mood.

I like to watch the little things
Flapping their feathered wings
It gives me pleasure
Beyond all measure
Happiness is what it brings.

Submitted: Saturday, May 09, 2009

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  • Joyce Hemsley (7/5/2009 5:00:00 PM)

    To George - What a very sweet poem I have just read on Birds.
    I also feed the birds - a nice hobby. And good for poetry...Joyce (Report) Reply

  • Pandian Angelina (5/13/2009 1:57:00 PM)

    George,
    You remind us through this simple act, The kindness we do to others is kindness we do to ourselves. Happiness is in doing acts of kindness, where we know, we will not be repaid in equal measure but from heavenly treasure - being blest with Happiness, Peace and other things which can not be by money purchased.
    Angel (Report) Reply

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