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Ode to the Birds--the Bluebird

Updated on August 9, 2015


Continuing a series of poetry about birds that come from various sources, many of which were published in the 1800,s or earlier. I can take no credit for these verses, only that I have collected them over the years and would like to share them with you. The words of these archaic poems are as apt today as they were the day they were written. Enjoy-!!!!!!


Courtesy of Dan Sudia {USFWS}
Courtesy of Dan Sudia {USFWS}

The Bluebird

" Winged lute that we call blue bird,

You blend in a silver strain,

The sound of laughing waters,

The patter of spring's sweet rain,

The voice of the wind, the sunshine,

And fragrance of blossoming things,

That God endowed with wings"

Mountain bluebird


Pilgrim fathers-the blue robin?

When the Pilgrim fathers first saw the blue bird they thought it resembled the English Robin and named it the blue robin.

" When God had made a host of them,

One little flower still lacked a stem,

To hold the blossom blue;

So in to it he breathed a song,

And suddenly with petals strong,

As wings away it flew.

{Pilgrim fathers}

"In the spring,

Nay in the bluster of March, or happily before,

The bluebird comes, and a-wing,

Or alight, seems evermore,

for song that is swift and soft,

His footprints oft

Make fretwork along the snow,

When the weather is bleak ablow,

When his hardihood by cold is pinched full sore "

{ Unknown }

" From childhood, I have nursed a faith,

In bluebirds' songs and winds of spring;

They tell me after frost and death,

There comes a time of blossoming;

And after snow and cutting sleet

the cold, stern mood of nature yields

To tender warmth, when bare pink feet

Of Children press her green fields"

{ by Maurice Thompson}

" Shifting his load of song,

From post to post along the cheerless fence"



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Public Domain-Wikipedia | Source

Alexander Wilson

Alexander Wilson loved the blue bird and wrote the very fist known poem about it. In this poem he speaks of its worth and of its departure.

" He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree,

The red flowering peach, and the apples sweet blossoms;

He snaps up destroyers, wherever they be,

And seizes the catiffs that lurk in their bosoms;

he drags the vile grub from the corn it devours,

The worms from the webs where they riot and welter;

His songs and his services freely are ours,

And all he asks is -in summer a shelter"

" The plowman is pleased when he gleans in his train,

Now searching the furrows, now mounting to cheer him;

The gardener delights in his sweet simple strain,

And leans on his spade to survey and to hear him;

The slow lingering school boys forget they'll be chid,

While gazing as he warbles before them,

In Mantel of sky blue and bosom so red,

That each little loiterer seems to adore him"

" When the gay scenes of summer are o're,

And when autumn slow enters so silent and sallow;

And millions of warblers that charmed us before,

Have fled in the train of the sun -seeking swallow,-

The bluebird forsaken, yet true to his home,

Still lingers and looks for a milder tomorrow;

Till forced by the horrors of winter to roam,

He sings his adieu in a lore not of sorrow"


From American Birds -John James Audubon
From American Birds -John James Audubon


" Listen awhile and you'll hear what he's saying,

Up in the apple tree swing and swaying,

Dear little blossoms down under the snow,

You must be weary of winter I know.

Hark while i sing you a message of cheer,

Summer is coming and springtime near"


" Wither away bluebird,

Wither away?

The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky

Thou, still can'st find the color of thy wing

The hue of May

Warbler, why speed thy southern fight?, ah, why,

Thou, too, whose song first told us of spring?

Wither away? "

{ Edmund Clarence Stedman}

Eastern bluebird

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      Dave 5 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      Rosemay50, Thank you for visiting and for taking the time to comment. I am glad to have introduced to the bluebird and to the poetry. The poetry, is as you say, all beautiful in its own way for us all to enjoy. Best wishes Dal

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      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      I must admit I have never seen a bluebird, these poems are just lovely, I cannot choose a favourite.

      Thank you for sharing

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      Dave 5 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      aviannovice, Hi Deb thank you for visiting. The bluebird seems to be a popular species with everyone that admire birds , as I know you do. Best wishes to you.

      jandee, Hi, they are all so beautifully written and apt for this wonderful little bird. However, it will be a long time before we see 'Bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover' . Thank you for taking the time to read and for leaving your appreciated comments. Best wishes to you.

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      jandee 5 years ago from Liverpool.U.K

      DAL I have tried in vain to find the best verse but can't do it . All are just lovely,best from jandee

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      Deb Hirt 5 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      All wonderful material that describes the bluebird so perfectly. 'Tis the season!