Songs Of The Nightingale Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Songs Of The Nightingale



There was a little bird
who was afraid to sing
while other birds each dawn
woke up with happy rings

Once in a while this bird
tried hard to make a sound
but while the others warbled
his little throat just garbled

One day his mother went
to shop for worms and seeds
but on her way back home
her wings got stuck in weeds

The little bird got scared
and without any thought
let out a giant sound
heard all the way around

The others right away
flew off to save the day
and quickly pulled her out
so she could fly away

The little bird was glad
to have his mom home safe
then from his little beak
came melodies most sweet

Today his songs are heard
in woodlands and in dales
and loved in all the world
they call him Nightingale.

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: songs
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Margaret O Driscoll 10 January 2016

Simply lovely, Liilia!

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