Cecelia Weir

Rookie - 47 Points (March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

The Sounds Of Nature - Poem by Cecelia Weir

The Sounds Of Nature
O, tis so sweet.
Who am I
That would dare try to repeat
The lovliness of a tweet.
The flutter of its wings
The tiny cute prints
Of a little birds feet.

The Sounds of Nature
O, how beautiful yet afar.
Are raindrops against the windshield
Of a still parked car.
Each little drip dropp runs
Caressing the mind so intensely
Seemingly just to play a part
Or perhaps for the fun of it.

O, The Sounds Of Nature
Sometimes deeply doth groan.
When by an unwillingly nature
One's heart decides to roam.
How lovely is a weep
Who does understand the moan.
When its all part of nature
But who wants to be left alone.

Comments about The Sounds Of Nature by Cecelia Weir

  • Silver Star - 3,417 Points Adeline Foster (10/20/2015 5:20:00 PM)

    Loved it good poem and deep. Read mine - Spring -
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  • Veteran Poet - 1,366 Points Lalitha Iyer (6/19/2015 2:43:00 AM)

    The Sounds of Nature

    I do enjoy
    my nature loves your nature
    hence I do would love to pen
    some beauties I have spunned.

    I love the dip of king fishers
    into the green pool of pond
    divers of beautiful deligence
    and then the spread of wings
    soaked with cool exuberance.

    I love the black swan bird whose name I dont know
    which like a giant warrior spreads across its wings
    and sits upon the rock adjacent to the meadows
    after a lovely plunge deep into the backwaters rich with fishes.

    I love the woodpecker with gorgeous plumes
    skating above the coconut trees
    the way they e mails in hoots
    and eggs upon the hollowed tree tops.

    I love the pit pat of rain drops upon the leaves
    washing all dirt and dust, glistening sweet
    I love the way after every night
    our garden looks delicately bright.

    I love the mangoose, their pink eyes
    their long tails rails with the following male
    the way they go in groups like coaches of trains
    beneath the trunk, come on my little ones.

    I too love many things among nature
    the way clouds sail across
    flowering and sailing past in full speed
    when the wind takes them for a fast ride.

    There are many many things I would like to share
    the blade of grass, the blooms uncared their beauty
    the smell of earth as rain drops kiss the core
    the fragrance of dawn and fuelling emptiness of dusk.

    Nice poem, thank you, what I wrote is under your inspiration.........bi (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 12,717 Points Anil Kumar Panda (6/19/2015 1:56:00 AM)

    This is beautiful poetry.Liked it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 23, 2005

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