Where are the birds is something I ask my sister almost daily as I gaze out my window looking for them. They often perch on tree branches that enclose our window. Also tonight Barbara Allan posted a poem in our group and the question was, where are the birds... so inspiration flowed and here we are with a lovely good night.....
Goodnight all
The world was beautiful when I looked out my window a few years ago, the moon set so lovely suspended so high and stars, well the stars twinkled as they spread across the sky. Almost like eyes winking as if to say come on by and now the gloom fills every space I see and though stars glow there's a sense of melancholy blue and one might wonder what happened to the birds, well they're flying low and settleing down in nests so still and they're wondering too, what happend to beautiful sounds that once resonated the wind. Sleep well everybody try to think happy thoughts...Melvina Germain.....
Of course Good Night to you too. A very marvelous poem written at the end of day. Fantastic sharing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since we moved into our condominium (Canterbury Manor) We miss the vivid sunsets. To see any such thing it is necessary to climb a very steep hill in back of the building. Perhaps I shall drag my old bones up there tomorrow night with any grouping of cloud and take the camera. I haven't been taught to put up pics on the site yet but will soon learn ta please write (with rhymes of course)