April, Sweet Sounds of Life

April, Sweet Sounds Of Life ( A Bird Singing To Me) Sweetest, softest sounds I ever heard were sweet notes of a mockingbird. Sitting up high in an old, dead oak tree far above busy hive of honey bees. April is here with its wet, hard rains hitting us like many wrecking trains. Warm winds start replacing chilly cold as we long for those happy days of old. Joy sounds in the notes of mockingbirds like sweet whispers of a lover's words. Please, listen today if you think you can will cheer the soul of any lonely man. Robert J. Lindley -04-17-2014 Note- This poem was written based on a memory from decades ago. A visit to my favorite woods. To my favorite spot there and my resting under an old elm tree. Moments later a mockingbird flew and landed on the old dead oak tree in front of where I rested and serenaded me. Just as -if- it had been sent !! In fact, it stayed there until I got up to leave and followed me right up to the road where my car was park. I noted that strange bird behavior..