Waking To the Call of a Mockingbird

Waking To The Call Of A Mockingbird I woke to the call of a mockingbird soft,gentle racing notes I heard A wandering visitor in our tall oak to me he displayed life and spoke My window up, catch morn's cool wind gave sight of my great singing friend A cheerful fellow was this sweet bird laughter and joy in his every word Soon joined by his beautiful mate perhaps on a fantastic morning date They sang to me for a long spell then flew on down the pasture trail Next a pair of squirrels raced about chattering so loud it seemed a shout Bushy tails flying up our oak tree A Nature scene that so pleased me Rooster crowed,was over an hour late more of that,he may end up on a plate A great day was the promise to be had having enjoyed the scene I was so glad Songs that a happy mockingbird sings treasure fit for the mightiest kings Waking to such a majestic melodic call in our red oak so straight and tall Fine blessing many wish that they had a memory cherished by this lucky lad Robert J. Lindley 05-29-2015 Note: Poem was written from the memories of my childhood on the farm. My father's favorite bird was the mockingbird. As one would sing the other bird's songs,he would tell us which bird they were mocking. Such a joyful memory for me!