Bluebird Poem by Adeline Foster
Bluebird
BLUEBIRD
While going for a quiet drive
Along a country road,
We saw a bluebird circling,
Then perch upon a post.
Silently we stopped nearby,
And silently we watched;
As he flew from perch to perch,
His patience, too, we matched.
We only dared to shift our eyes-
We dared not move or talk
Until he was convinced that we
Were nothing but a rock.
Our patience was rewarded
As his patience now gave out.
We knew his nest was nearby
By the tid-bit in his mouth.
Down to the post he dropped
And seemed to disappear.
The knowledge was so thrilling
It lived with us all year.
We know where morel mushrooms
Pop up in the spring.
We know where tadpoles gather
In the gently bubbling stream.
We've fond the scarlet berries
Of the minty wintergreen,
And the fruiting jack-o'lantern
Has shown us its silent gleam.
Of all the things that we have known,
More thrilling than the rest
Is the knowledge that we now know where
There is a bluebird's nest.
Knew I'd read this before. Unforgettable. Just to add my congratulations on your Poem of the day. Really well deserved, Adeline. Must look at your poems this week. Tom
Expressive love to nature, so much tenderness and attention! Thank you! Congrats with POEM of the day!
I love moments like that, Adeline. I wish I could have been there. Congrats on poem of the day
Wonderful poem. Isn't it amazing how the beauty of nature make us take notice! Excellent write!
a beautiful bird-watching experience is captured artfuly here congratulations
Birds, they are some God's most beautiful creatures, great to watch indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Fabulous poem, Adeline. I love nature, and especially birds. I have bird feeders hanging from my apricot tree in my back yard that I can watch from my kitchen window. The other day I counted thirty-two goldfinch at one time on the four feeders, with more birds in the tree waiting their turn! This poem had great rhythm and rhyme, and I loved the way you ended it. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day!