Valsa George Poet Rhyme

A Bird In My Garden

I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead
Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed
It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed
It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red

I have found its nest on a tall tree by my house’s side
It frequents my garden to catch the ladybirds in hide 
Having a lively home with fledglings not yet ready for flight,
Flying to them with worms tucked in its beak is a usual sight

From branch to branch it flits, singing songs merry
With its sharp beak, pecking at clusters of red cherry
On rainy days in inclement weather, once when it is wet,
Smoothens its ruffled feathers staying under leaves, so quiet

Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings
I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring
Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep
Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep

In my ears as the lovely strains of its melody fall to rest
All my vexations go to roost, making me feel so blest.
As I keep listening, my gloomy self with fresh comfort fills
And my sentient heart, with overwhelming joy thrills

Feb.10. 2023

 A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Julia Ward

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Joanna Daniel February 10, 2023 at 11:52 PM Really descriptive poem about the charming Robin, Valsa:)

Speaks Volumes February 10, 2023 at 3:40 PM Such a lovely poem that the robin's song made you so happy Valsa

Heidi Sands February 10, 2023 at 10:33 AM Very nice Valsa. It reminds me of the Robin who had their nest at my house last year. Well written :)

Stephan McBride February 10, 2023 at 10:25 AM Bless this robin for doing all the hard work, has built the home , gathers food, keeps constant lookout for an enemy, sings of praise in days of sunny or rainy, preparing the young to take flight, if they will seek and not fight with all the others, Learn from the their teacher to fly in the wind. : )

Joseph P. DiMino February 10, 2023 at 10:23 AM Best of luck with contest. You write some of the most beautiful, endearing, enchanting poetry I have ever read: "Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep"~ Top shelf!

Vijay Pandit February 10, 2023 at 5:51 AM They are such a joy to watch. You are blessed with delightful surroundings. Much enjoyed the images you convey to bring forth the frolicking bird.

Sotto Poet February 10, 2023 at 5:06 AM Valsa, you've written a great poem. Throughout the spring, there are several exciting natural occurrences to see. Your writing is consistently excellent, as is your use of vivid metaphors and an inventive lexicon. Good luck with the contest.

Sara Kendrick February 10, 2023 at 3:37 AM I am sure this one will be liked. Spring offers such interesting things in nature to entertain us. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by with congratulations. Sara

Victor Buhagiar February 10, 2023 at 1:46 AM Impeccable imagery. Won't see birds these days as we are having heavy storms. Lovely poem. Hugs.