Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 4,279 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Early This Morning - Poem by Juan Olivarez

Early this morning, on my bed I heard,
The wondrous singing, of a mockingbird.
Somewhere outside, in the giant oak tree,
A voice from heaven, singing loud and free.

Such beautiful music, in flats, and in sharps,
What glorious teacher, taught it the art?
All in acapela, the music I heard,
Yet Angels in heaven would envy this bird.

To carry a tune, in just the right pitch,
And to switch in the middle, with nary a hitch.
The most beautiful songs, flowed from his soul,
They brightened the morning, like mountains of gold.

As I looked through my window, at the sweet mockingbird,
My jaw falling open empty of words,
Two more mockingbirds arrived on the scene,
And sat in the oak, with its leaves of green.

And the trio harmonizing like angels on high,
Raised their voices to heaven, and the morning sky.
Twisting their necks to gaze down at me,
In their hollywood bowl in a vast green sea.

February 25,2016
Twenty Nine Palms California

Topic(s) of this poem: nature


Comments about Early This Morning by Juan Olivarez

  • Mike SmithMike Smith (2/26/2016 12:54:00 PM)

    Beautifully described. I could hear him myself it seemed (Report)Reply

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baelloCynthia Buhain-baello (2/26/2016 1:36:00 AM)

    A very beautiful and heartwarming poem on the mockingbird, so brilliantly composed. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 25, 2016


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