The Sounds Of Chirping Birds Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The Sounds Of Chirping Birds



It has been a while since I was a child.
And everyday someone will ask...
If I still use a pen and pad to write.

'No.
I now use a pad and pen.
And sometimes I might type.'

~Oh?
So...
Is there a difference? ~

'Yes.
I no longer change ribbons.
But I go through pads and pens.'

~Oh,
So...
You do still write? ~

'Not as much as I use the internet.
To then go to a website.'

~To write, right? ~

'Well...
That depends on what I find to download,
For inspiration.'

~Oh...
So,
What inspires you? ~

'The sounds of chirping birds.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Wynn 13 August 2012

Tweet... tweet. I can hear a skeeter easing through the screen door, love it.

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