Mary Forrester


Birds of Spring


Morning glory
Spills of gold
Birds of spring
Oh, hear them sing
A joyous chorus
My spirits soar
Glory to their sacred calls.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (12/20/2013 11:41:00 AM)

    This short poem is as beautiful as the songs of the birds of spring.
    Indeed a joy to read. (Report) Reply

  • John Brown (9/11/2013 1:06:00 PM)

    I love the sound of song-birds. The blackbird and the skylark are my favourites. (Report) Reply

  • Sina Farajzadeh (8/9/2013 2:32:00 AM)

    Hi. It's short and nice. Iread your poem. I also have a poem called Spring. But the way I think differs from your ideas. I'd be glad to know your ideas about it. Thanks (Report) Reply

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