Good Neighbors
About head high, two
bluebirds built a nest
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
He built the frame around her nursery
Last spring she chirped a lover's sweet request
It wasn't long before their home was blessed
Five little ones that chirped incessantly
They raised them to live independently
Last week they left no forwarding address
But I have hope they will return in spring
Rebuild even remodel, either way
Each day they said hello and were so kind
How beautiful it was to hear them sing
Perhaps, next year I'll ask if they can stay
Because good neighbors are so hard to find
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
He built the frame around her nursery
Last spring she chirped a lover's sweet request
It wasn't long before their home was blessed
Five little ones that chirped incessantly
They raised them to live independently
Last week they left no forwarding address
But I have hope they will return in spring
Rebuild even remodel, either way
Each day they said hello and were so kind
How beautiful it was to hear them sing
Perhaps, next year I'll ask if they can stay
Because good neighbors are so hard to find
Daniel Turner is 60 years old and lives in Arkansas. He has
been writing poetry for approximately 40 years. He loves animals and all things
having to do with nature. Now retired, he has traveled over 3 million miles as
a long-haul truck driver, worked in the oil fields of Texas and on the Mississippi
River on a tow boat. He loves to read and watch old black and white movies.
What a happy family. I do hope they move back in.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this sweet poem at Whispes.
Happy New Year. SuZ
Nice.
ReplyDeleteDear Daniel,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this thoughtful poem.
You final couplet brings to mind Robert Frost's "Mending Wall."
Michael