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Gold cherry

By lenchenelf

Sat, 27 Feb 2021
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Wild are the birds that come to my feeder;

varied enough to accommodate taste,

 

crowded this base with seedlings discarded,

strewn by all who might call service in haste.

 

I follow their pathways of forage beyond me,

they challenge winds that break bone and brain,

 

know my station remains replenished:

fine country dining of seed and grain.

 

Come all you callers, you pickers, you peckers;

come all those nibblers famished by need

 

Cold are those winds that carry a phrase

beyond simple trills of those who belong,

 

by their birthright as living and thrilling with blood

in belonging through life and living in song.

 

A song that continues with each generation

unless we discard all that once made us whole.

 

Come all you loved ones of feather and colour

Come you beloved who share in this Earth.

 

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Submitted by onemorething on

Love this. I spent ages this morning watching my feeders. It's hypnotic. This poem reflects that sense perfectly, of willing them to feed. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

indeed, a flurry of feather, coercion, competition and burst of startled dispersion of gathering for no other reason than one senses alarm, they entrance me, they reflect us :)

TY for your kind comment

Lena x

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I enjoyed reading. This poem reminded me of how important it is to attract birds to the garden and the pleasure they give to watch.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

..scrunty little sods who argue with all, they are so watchable smiley

best wishes

Lxx

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Loved this poem. I'm constantly feeding the birds too.

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

... to always lay the table, :)

best wishes

Lxx

 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Bird feeders can provide hours of entertainment - we have one in the front garden...the cats look out at it from the window cackling and longing. Super poem :)

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

...our own kitty chitters in rage, brindle fur raised, how very dare these diners come, always out of reach, ;)

best wishes 

L xx

 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Thank you each and all for comments. I was ready to dump this doodle after one hesitant,  previous post as a bit too sing-song, and a flood of unedited thought, you have all been very kind.

I'm more than likely to prod it into shape, suggestions always welcome smiley

 

Submitted by onemorething on

This charming poem reminds us of the joys of feeding birds, especially at the moment when they are so busy. It's our Pick of the Day.
 

Painting is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Henry_Hunt,_Still_Life...

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

very kind of you.

best wishes

Lxx

 

Submitted by celticman on

the call of the wild, all birds welcome. Hard times ahead. Not just for our feathered friends. 

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

... back to that old question "Who is my neighbour?"

Thanks for your close reading CM.

Best as always

L x