The old Mill

The old Mill
Oak Ridge, North Carolina

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Proud Grandparents of eleven and growing - from California to Florida

Friday, March 9, 2018

Wren Song

Wren Song
I hear a wren sing everyday
He's loud and clear, as if to say
I'm here! I'm here! can you hear me?
He sings from high up in a tree

Sometimes from the house's peak,
And  sometimes lower places seek
He sings from decks and porches too
Most anywhere that's high will do

His notes are pure and trills are sweet
As oft I hear the wren repeat
It's a song of joy, of strength and hope
A song that simply helps you cope

A tiny bird with tune so clear
It lifts the hearts of those who hear
I want to sing a verse so strong
I hear! I hear! Thanks for your song-

I wrote this for my grandson Alex. He lives in California and I am always telling him about the birds in Carolina. I told him I would write him a poem about Carolina birds if he would write me a poem too. So here it is little buddy, Poppy is waiting for your verse. Love you a bunch.











1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem and pictures. Made my ❤ smile. Thanks for sharing.

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