I told RT that he’s going to be like Grandma Moses and wait until his later years to give his artistic and creative side full rein. Here is this morning’s poem - inspired by watching the birds on the bird feeders outside out family room windows:
From generation to generation,
feathered flyers
come and they go
Carrying no baggage
yet dressed to the nines
in plummage so brilliant
so rich and so fine
Our hearts are warmed
and spirits renewed
by regulars we
know well and
unknown guests we seek to name
by shape of beak
plump or sleek
by markings or wing bars
by color, by flight.
Whoever they are
whatever their name
at the end of the day
we thank God they
all came.
Copyright 2008, RTJ
February 17th, 2008 at 6:37 pm
You do have some outdoors posts. Way to go, RT!
February 18th, 2008 at 11:22 am
Beautiful! He truly has a talent for writing poetry!