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Ode to the Mockingbird ( a poem of tribute)

Updated on November 2, 2014
Freely, birds to fly in celestial heights...
Freely, birds to fly in celestial heights...
birds, to brave the coldest of all weather...in song, to warm their hearts..
birds, to brave the coldest of all weather...in song, to warm their hearts..
The Mocking Bird's domain...
The Mocking Bird's domain...
Brilliant spirit of the Mocking bird...
Brilliant spirit of the Mocking bird...
Our lives are richer and more beautiful, by the song bird's call...
Our lives are richer and more beautiful, by the song bird's call...
Birds of the feather...
Birds of the feather...
The spirit within...
The spirit within...


The Mocking Bird, an ungraceful name given, to this exemplary songstress,

Every beautiful note to be heard, so marvelous, is flawless and impeccable.

Always, it sings fine melodies, a wonderful virtuoso, a vibrant joy, to impress,

In tallest trees, where it does reside, warbling its sweet notes, all so delectable.


The grey and white plumage is its disguise, should be as a radiant gold or red,

By its fond chords and symphony, helps me greet the sun, as I arise from my bed.

The precious refrain, each evening to reign, played by nature, a wonder, supreme,

This marvel of feather, unmatched in its endeavor, to be held in our highest esteem.


Whether in flight or still, each song so shrill, then to cascade into a new crescendo,

Every bird, by itself, each treble, tenor, baritone clef, all rise and fall in its tempo.

This bird to be so remarkable, in skill to imitate, all species, as a mirrored reflection,

Its magic to spill, and to all a great thrill, its sweet serenade of a finest perfection.


The Mocking Bid, is such a gift to be heard, as its music it sings, again and again,

Its death, accepted as just, by nature, of a callous hand, viewed, as a terrible sin.

Truly, a marvelous gift, by the creator of all, in his benevolence, a fine presentation,

The greatest and small of his creatures, all, a fondest blessing, this, of his divination.






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Beautiful songs heard in the wild...
Beautiful songs heard in the wild...

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Indeed, there is no other bird like the mocker...

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Glad you enjoyed it my friend and blessings. whonu

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Really enjoyed this. Made me hear that song Mockingbird Hill. Lovely pics. Passing this on.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks so much lambservant and grand old lady for your kind support and uplifting comments." To Kill a Mocking Bird" by Harper Lee, has always been a favorite of mind.whonu

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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 3 years ago from Philippines

      After this poem, I went on Youtube to hear a mockingbird sing. It is really beautiful when it sings, with such variation and seemingly neverending. It can be funny, delightful, and full of goodness. Thanks for your inspiring poem.

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      Lori Colbo 3 years ago from Pacific Northwest

      "'Remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.' That's was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. 'Your father's right,' she said. 'Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy...but sing their hearts for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.'" ~ To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      I've always held this little bird in highest respect and admiration. I marvel at the many sounds it makes in it morning melodies. Thanks. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      You can't judge a book by its cover comes to mind. The most outwardly unremarkable beings oftentimes possess remarkable qualities. Beautiful message, whonu.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks my friend. whonu

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      John Hansen 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

      A beautiful poem of tribute to the Mockingbird, whonu. Thank you for your wonderful words.