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Wild Birds (a poem of dedication)

Updated on November 5, 2014
The overwhelming beauty of the wild...
The overwhelming beauty of the wild...
Wild Wood Ducks to pose...
Wild Wood Ducks to pose...
A Snow Owl stands guard, as Winter soon to come...
A Snow Owl stands guard, as Winter soon to come...
Mallards take a morning flight...
Mallards take a morning flight...
Small avians...
Small avians...


Birds of a feather, so very beautiful, are they all,

add color and brilliance by their plumage, to the Fall,

They fly, to perch, for food to search, swim about,

and as if to shout, in calls, then, us all to enthrall.


Many to migrate in the cool Autumn of each year,

a movement as sweet, as a symphony we may hear,

Songbirds remain in every season, each so near,

their much beloved singing, to us, does all cheer.


The mocking birds orchestration, a gift when is heard,

No description of its loveliness, to be scripted by word.

The enchanting vocalization, of wild geese in their flight,

A beauty unheard, and seen, by the moon's yellow light.


Marvelous Birds of the wild, to our faces, bring a smile,

In our sight of their flights, all such a fond avian delight,

Their attraction, our satisfaction, as that of a sweet child,

Their gifting, such a fine treasure, all to make life bright.






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Beautiful flight..
Beautiful flight..

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      I agree my friend. Blessings. whonu

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      There will never be anything sweeter than the sound of a bird, or as graceful. Long may they thrive.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you bluebird. I really appreciate your kind words. whonu

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      bluebird 3 years ago

      To make life bright! Thank you for writing about birds, I love birds (as you can tell). They are a delight from above for sure. This is so descriptive, I really like it. And the pictures are wonderful too. Thank you so much, I am glad I found you!

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you much my friend. whonu

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      Linda Crampton 3 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Your poem is lovely, and so are the beautiful pictures.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thank you my friends Jamie and Gypsy. whonu

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Thanks Jamie and blessings to you and yours. whonu

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      I love to listen to their songs and watch them catch hold of streams of air. Thank you for this beautiful poem. Jamie

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and beautiful Such a wonderful tribute to birds. The migratory ones have flown away here in Latvia and we're once again left with the usual crows, pigeons and ducks and geese in the parks. Yes, these birds do also stay all winter long. Passing this on and pearling.

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      whonunuwho 3 years ago from United States

      Birds have always been a part of my life and inspiring to me as a painter and writer. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      Our bird population increases during the winter months here in Florida. I love watching them fly. Sometimes it seems as if they're going on a joy ride; swirling with the wind with no direction in mind, just gliding in random patterns.