Ode To The Cuckoo Poem by David Wood
Ode To The Cuckoo
Walking along the old river path
With the warmth of the sun fresh and new,
I saw a robin in a puddle having a bath
To the sound of a distant cuckoo.
It was calling for a mate among the trees,
It's lonely call, it's particular cry, I hear
As the sound traveled along with the breeze,
A sound so loud, strong and clear.
It comes when the dandelions flower
And the bluebells paint the earth blue
As the earth regains its warm power
To make nature fresh and new.
The cuckoo is a sound I love to hear
It makes me smile and want to rejoice
And brings with it warmth and cheer. This
Wandering bird with its wonderful voice.
The impact of spring bird cuckoo is amazing... a beautifully composed... Congrats for the poem being selected for TNP!
Excellent poem.I enjoyed your nice description.Every day at present I hear the cuckoo's euphonic sound and am reminded of his passionate call for a mate. Brilliant.
Another passionate poem with an excellence that quakes my soul Bravo!
The dandelions and blue bells too rejoice when they hear the music of the Cuckoo. The nature, bird, flowers and spring season so beautifully presented through this lovely poem. Thank you David.......10
A call or sweet sound of a Cuckoo is a sign of the arrival of Spring. There are a variety Cuckoos in India though all do not have sweet voice.
Wow! A fantastic poem dear Poet David. Happy to see you back after a while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful poem David! Thoroughly enjoyable read x Well done. Five stars*