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Ode to the Birds-a Small Collection of Poetry

Updated on August 8, 2015

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Contained in the text of many of my articles I like to include poetry or verse that I have happened upon during the course of my research on the subject. there are many fine poets and writers of verse within the hub-pages community whom produce excellent work, almost on a daily basis. I can not claim to be one of them. However, I do enjoy and admire their work tremendously.

I have also noticed that those authors attract many followers, and, from those followers come many complimentary comments. Thus I realise that poetry is enjoyed and appreciated by the community and because of this fact I have decided to produce this collection of poems about our feathered friends which I have collated over a period of time.

The poems are by various authors and from a variety of sources. Indeed some of the writers are unknown. The only credit I can take for producing this article is the fact that I have them in my collection and that I would like to share them with you. Enjoy!!!!!

American robin

The Robin-By Celia Thaxter

In the elm tree sat the robin bright

Through the rainy April day,

And he caroled clear with pure delight,

In the face of the sky so gray,

And the silver rain through the blossoms dropped,

And fell on the robin's coat

And his brave red breast, but he never stopped

Piping his cheerful note.

MY BIRDS--BY Jane L.Hine

"No bird that the Lord the Lord has created

Shall come to misfortune through me;

Not my jolly old Robins,

Though they take the fruit from my tree.

Not one of my silken -clad Blackbirds

Who nest in the pine that stands near;

Not one of my little brown house wrens,

So saucy,so tame and so dear.

Not one of my sweet gentle Bluebirds

Who come with the first days of spring;

Not one of my gay Golden robins__

Would I wear my Oriole's wing?

Not one of my quaker-clad Cuckoos,

Nor pewees that home in my shed;

Not one of my jewel-crowned Kinglets,

Shall adorn a hat for my head.

Not one of my dear little Downies

Who work in my old apple tree

Nor Harries, nor Red-heads , nor gold shaft--

Should their wings make trimmings for me?

Not one of my great stately Herons

Not one of my read -loving Rails;

Not one of my shy Water Witches;

Not one of my cheerful voiced Quails.

Not one of my beautiful Waxwings

Though they take the cherries I know;

Not one of the birds God has given me;

Not even my jaunty old crow.

Shall have from me aught but kind treatment;

When he who created them all;

Would feel both compassion and sorrow

If even a sparrow should fall"

Blue jay

Poems about the Blue Jay

The blue Jay does not appear to be very popular among the poets I have read, here are a couple of those for you.

"Mr Bue jay full o' sass,

In them baseball clothes o' his,

Sportin' 'round the orchard jes'

Like he owned the premises."

{BY---James Whitcomb Riley}


You saucy cerulean Jay

You chatter and clatter all day;

From the dawn 'till dark

Round the lawn and the park

You keep up a fractious furay.

You meddlesome master of spite,

A conflict affords you delight;

From the day of your birth,

In your madness and mirth,

You're always in search of a fight.

But still you're a cowardly jay;

if a kingfisher ventures your way,

You abandon your pride,

And sneak off and hide

And lurk in the bushes all day.

And such a malevolent thief,

You bring all your kindred to grief;

And make the Lord wish,

He had made you a fish,

Chained down to a submarine reef.

You rob all the squirrels and birds;

You plunder the flocks and the herds;

You filch from the hens,

And the pigs from the pens

And steal like the Kaffers and Kurds.

No wonder men call you a 'jay',

And hate you from Nome to Cathey!

But the reason is plain

Why you're pompous and vain

God wanted one wingster that way.

{ By Henry W Roby }

The charming Chickadee

Taken from Birds and Nature in natural colours {1800s}
Taken from Birds and Nature in natural colours {1800s}

Little Brother Chickadee

Little brother of the wood,

Ermine-cloaked, with sable hood,

Bravest of brave brothers, thou,

Calling to me softly now,

From the ily hemlock tree,

Cheery, chirping, chickadee.

" Never fear!

Spring is here

And the blithest of the year

For thee and me

Is yet to be

For man and chickadee"

Fearless free-lance of the fields,

Though scant fare the bleak earth yields,

Thou are harbinger of spring

And each sweet beautifying thing

So, wee herald,sing away;

Blessings on the cheery lay;

" Never fear!

Love is here,"

And the blithest of the year

For thee and me

Is yet to be,

For man and chickadee"

{ By William Hale}

Little brown creeper

 Courtesy of Donna Dewhurst
Courtesy of Donna Dewhurst

The Little Brown Creeper

" Although I'm a bird, I give you my word,

That seldom you'll know me to fly;

For I have a notion about locomotion

The little brown creeper am I,

Dear little brown creeper am I.

" Beginning low, I search as I go

the trunk and the limbs of a tree,

For a fly, or a slug, a beetle or bug;

They're better than candy for me'

Far better than candy for me.

" When people are nigh I'm apt to be shy

And say to myself I will hide'

Continue my creeping, but carefully keeping,

Away on the opposite side,

Well around on the opposite side.

" Yet sometimes I peak while I play hide and seek,

If your nice I shall wish you to see;

I'll make a faint sound and come quite around

And creep like a mouse in full view

very much like a mouse in full view.

{ By Garrert Newkirk}

The Sandpiper

Across the narrow beach we flit,

One little sandpiper and I;

And just I gather bit by bit,

The scattered driftwood bleached and dry,

The wild waves reach their hands for it,

The wild wind raves, the tide runs high

As up and down the beach we flit

One little sandpiper and I

Above our heads the sullen clouds,

Scud back and swift across the sky;

Stand out the white light-houses high.

Almost as far as eye can reach,

I see the close-reefed vessels fly,

As fast we flit along the beach

One little sandpiper and I

I watch as he skims along

Uttering his sweet and mournful cry;

He starts not at my fitful song,

Or flash of fluttering drapery;

He has no thought of any wrong;

He scans me with a fearless eye;

Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong

The little sandpiper and I

Comrade, where will thou be tonight,

When the loosed storm breaks furiously?

My driftwood fire will burn so bright!

To what warm shelter canst thou fly?

I do not fear thee,though wroth

The temptest rushes through the sky;

For are we not God's children both,

Thou little sandpiper and I?

{ by Celia Thaxter}

Least sandpiper


My Friend on the Roof

He sits on the roof of a house across the way,

He sings his song so beautifully,

And comes and goes all day.

He is shiny black, his head held high,

With beak of brightest yellow,

His songs are full of cheery notes,

And then can be quite mellow.

I copy his songs and whistle back to him,

And he listens, with his head to one side,

At first he would stop singing,

And fly away and hide.

But now he stays and we sing his songs,

My friend on the roof and I

{ By Ann Willow Packwood.}

Black bird

From the book British Birds and Their Eggs
From the book British Birds and Their Eggs

And finally----

And finally I conclude this small collection of poetry with " THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOWWORM"

A nightingale that all day long

Had cheered the village with his song,

Nor yet at eve his note suspended,

Nor yet when eventide was ended,

Began to feel as well he might,

The keen demands of appetite;

When looking eagerly around,

He spied far off upon the ground,

A something shining in the dark,

And knew the glowworm by his spark;

So, stooping down from the hawthorn top,

He thought to put him in his crop,

The worm aware of his intent,

Harangued him thus, right eloquent;

" Did you admire my lamp", quoth he,

" As much as your minstrelsy,

You would abhor to do me wrong,

As much as I to spoil your song;

For 'twas the selfsame power divine,

Taught you to sing and me to shine;

That you with music; I with light,

Might beautify and cheer the night"

The songster heard his short oration,

And warbling out his approbation,

Released him as my story tells,

And found supper somewhere else.

{ By William Cowper}


From the book British Birds and Their Eggs
From the book British Birds and Their Eggs


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      Dave 4 years ago from Lancashire north west England


      So happy you enjoyed these poems as much as I did. Thank you so much for kind words they are appreciated. Best wishes to you.

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      Harish Mamgain 4 years ago from India, New Delhi

      Beautiful hub about poems on birds. I think, we are too obsessed with sharing our existence with humans only whereas there are other creatures like birds and animals who are also our co- beings and when we spare some moments for them, we enrich our lives to a great extent. If we give proper attention, we come to know that birds sing in variant tones and not monotonously as we generally assume. D.A.L., this piece evokes real affinity with birds. Thank you very much.

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      Dave 4 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      Hi B, you did'nt delete as you can see. Thank you I have enjoyed sharing these poems {There are more to come} as much as I enjoy reading yours. Best wishes Dal.

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      Joy56 4 years ago

      oops not sure if i deleted comment. Wanted to tell you how much i enjoyed these poems. As i read them i became conscious of the singing of the birds outside...... beautiful

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      Dave 4 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      chef-de-jour, thank you for visiting and for your kind comments. Best wishes to you.

      dreamseeker2, Thank,you I am glad you enjoyed them. Best wishes to you.

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      Andrew Spacey 4 years ago from Near Huddersfield, West Yorkshire,UK

      Delightful avian hub - birds and poems, a perfect combination. Thank you.

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      dreamseeker2 4 years ago

      I love to watch the birds when they come to the feeder out the patio window. You see such different birds and their personalities. Good group of poetry shared here. : ) Voted it up!

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      Dave 4 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      DDE ,nice to see you ,thank you for visiting. Best wishes to you.

      aviannovoice, Most of the poetry are taken from books printed in the 19th century but they are still apt today. Thank you for visiting .Best wishes to you

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      These were all very beautiful. I see why you keep them at hand, for the are so cherry.

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      Devika Primić 4 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Awesome what an interesting outlook on nature.

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      Dave 4 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      whonunuwho, nice to meet you, thank you for your kind comments. Best wishes to you.

      sereseus, nice to meet you too. Wow, for your comments which are truly appreciated. Hope to do another hub soon with more poetry about birds. Thank you for visiting and best wishes to you.

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      Albin Pius 4 years ago from kerala,India

      Wow.........applauds,applauds ............Truly a great masterpiece....I am your fan from now on...Keep it up.:)

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      Nice tribute to our feathered friends and well done. whonu