He Sings All Night Poem by Juan Olivarez
He Sings All Night
He sings all night, happy and carefree,
From the topmost branches, of my giant oak tree.
With God given talent, and plenty of flair,
To whomever listens in the still night air.
Chirping and whistling, from twilight till dawn,
Happily entoning his beautiful songs.
The most exquisite melodies, you've ever heard,
From God's gift to the world, The Mockingbird.
3/31/12 Alton Texas
Brilliant poem, love every line of it, I can see and hear that mockingbird
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4/23/2024 10:11:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem, I like it very much! A great tribute to the mockingbird and to the Creator!