Friday, May 2, 2014


Rating: 4.8
In the twilight of the evening
The waters rippled by
In the sky high above
The little birds did fly
They piped a song
A song of cheer
And they piped it just for me
Oh, still I hear them
Sing that song
On the hill tops
Lavender and green.
Mary Forrester
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
Khairul Ahsan 08 March 2019
A nice imagery of the twilight seen and drawn perhaps near a water body where water rippled by, and a lavender green hill top over which little birds flew singing songs for the poetess. Excellent poem!
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Roseann Shawiak 29 March 2015
Lilting, rhythmical poem touching upon the nature of birds singing songs of peace to the world. Enchanting poem, thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
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Valerie Dohren 10 July 2014
Seems we all love our little birds, and this is such a delightful poem in recognition of that.
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Noreen Carden 09 June 2014
Beautiful poem Mary really enjoyable read
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Lorraine Colon 25 May 2014
I find birds to be enchanting little messengers of peace and joy. Some of my happiest hours are spent in my garden watching and listening to birds. Entertainment without equal. Great poem!
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John Brown 09 May 2014
Nice Mary. Rather fond of birds myself. We've been getting Goldfinches on our feeders lately - beautiful birds.
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Valerie Dohren 05 May 2014
Sweet and lovely Mary.
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