Bob White

Out my window
The brown rusty quail
Sings on the lawn
Looking for a friend
Finding a tasty meal

Beckons and calls the night
Shadows disappear as grey
Becomes darkness
Reminding me of the beauty
Blessings pouring out
To this longing heart
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Devonshire Avatar
June 4, 2010 at 11:13 AM
This is a lovely poem, Doris, and it personifies the life of the Bob White. Heard many of them growing up in NJ, but never gave them much thought until now. Enjoyed very much! Love, Carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
June 4, 2010 at 9:18 AM
Thankxxx for your sweet comments today Doris.. hope all my words were breath and light to all who read today.. my eye is doing fine.. next week other one and then vacation again..whhheee!!! luv.. Linda-Marie
Kendrick Avatar
June 4, 2010 at 7:37 AM
Great write my child...I hear them some early in the morn across the road and sometimes behind the house...Keep the creative pen flowing..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work...Mom
Knop Avatar
June 4, 2010 at 5:30 AM
Hi Doris, thank you for your comment today! Yes, we have cuckoos around here and sometimes one could hear them shout even in the city! Yes I know cranes and their calls. I've seen Emus in Austraila and once even a wild peacock in the middle of a road in Sri Lanka when I was on my way to Kandy in a bus...
Knop Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 6:08 AM
Very sweet poem, Doris, enjoyed reading it! You described your flower garden so well that I can see the different colours of your Hygrangeas!! I remember when I lived in Scotland (and it is the same in England and Ireland) how nice those flowers looked!!! Wishing you a nice day and thank you for your kind comments...Gert
Bloomsfield Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 5:44 AM
What a sweet poem Doris,doing my friends rounds,trying to read a bit of all.Hope you are fine..C
Jordan Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 10:37 PM
Doris, very cute poem. I'm majoring in Psychology specializing in Drug and Alcohol Addiction YF4L stands for, 'Your friend 4 life, God Bless, mj
Mehta Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 9:47 PM
A wonderful write. enjoyed it
Dietrich Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 8:04 PM
doris, it is strange how we both spoke of quail tonight. Mine was a haiku, a true story. And I think your sweet one here is true as well. But a happier one! Luv, Andrea
Milgate Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 6:14 PM
As always a nice read, thank you for your work.
Sweetheart Avatar
June 1, 2010 at 5:59 PM
Such a sweet poem... luve the shadows disappear as grey ..and blessing pouring out .. to this longing heart... I reached out for some myself today taking a step of faith for my eye surgery.. went well but tricky too... other one next week... thankxxx for your great comment ... the contests are exhiilarating to me so I hope u will enter my new one "Dreamy Desserts"... luv.. Linda-Marie..
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