Bird Songs Poem by Smoky Hoss
Bird Songs
Which is the greater
Of natures sheerest beauty?
The birds gaily singing
Or the moment just beyond?
The hearing or the recalling
Of a pure, unpretentious song?
To listen is pleasure
To remember honor and duty,
For such musical moments of grace
Linger like inexpressible refrains of love,
Heard descending endlessly
From high above.
The birds without thought or fear
Sing their melody of life intuitively;
A beautiful lesson
Perhaps I may one day learn;
To enjoy each moment and savor each memory
With no regret, and no vain concern.
I really like this one. Is it the song or the memory of the song that is greater? What a wonderful and deep question. Listening to the birds in the morning sun, Is this paradise? Recalling it a few moments later perhaps as big a paradise or even bigger? Thougth provoking, well done.
A great poem, when you sit in our back garden you can hear the birds singing. A robin red breast comes every morning to see us, it gets really close looking us in the eyes, like it really knows us. A great write.
Such little creatures put a great spin on the day, giving it a special beginning. Their touch is magical, awakening one’s consciousness, causing him to note the extraordinary. Very nostalgic and consoling.
Have a yard full of, The Chorus In The Wood life wouldn't be the same without my feathered friends Thanks Smoky, as usual nice job Jim
It is amazing, isn't it, how birds aren't taught to 'talk' or sing, but learn on their own, with no alphabet or lessons, the most beautiful melodys heard in the air..thanks for reminding what a miracle it all is.
10 10 10 10 10, Smoky! Such a lovely, thoughtful poem! Your friend, Constance
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For it is when we listen, that we learn to accept the great majesty of creation. Then we can contemplate on it.