Mockingbird Sings Again
He did n’t know much music
When first he come along;
An’ all the birds went wonderin’
Why he did n’t sing a song.
They primped their feathers in the sun,
An’ sung their sweetest notes;
An’ music jest come on the run
From all their purty throats!
But still that bird was silent
In summer time an’ fall;
He jest set still an’ listened,
An’ he would n’t sing at all!
But one night when them songsters
Was tired out an’ still,
An’ the wind sighed down the valley
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;
When the stars was all a-tremble
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue,
An’ the daisy in the darkness
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,—
There come a sound o’ melody
No mortal ever heard,
An’ all the birds seemed singin’
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!
Then the other birds went Mayin’
In a land too fur to call;
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’
When one bird could sing fer all!
by : Frank Lebby Stanton
Mockingbird Sings Again -- My answer and tribute!
So sweet were those purty notes
hitting the misery we totes'
floatin' upon nite's sweet airs
vanishing our worries and cares
The other birds went their way
to other lands so very far away
the mockerbird chose to sing on
with all their beautiful songs
With each and every rendition
making beautiful the condition
increasing the beauty of song
singing the day and nite long
Soon the world heard this sound
moon and stars beamed on down
other birds flocked back around
song notes joined sky and ground
Now a melody stirs man's heart
divine poetic notes from start
from a bird singin' and pleasin'
gifted us for a joyful reason!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2014
Thank you Peter. Your poem and tribute to Frank L. Stanton's magnificent
poem (Jest A-Wearyin' Fer You by Frank Lebby Stanton )steeled my resolve to
man up and tackle this which I had previously so feared to do. FACE YOUR
FEAR, MY DAD ALWAYS SAID. I sat down, asked my Muse for her help
and this popped out....