Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

For the Joy of It

In the stillness of the wood
There barely stirred a thing,
Then from the half lit, dappled gloom
A bird began to sing.

It echoed through the trees
In resounding melody,
For the joy of it he gave his all,
His voice effused with glee.

To listen to a sweeter song
I think I never could.
I stood there enchanted,
In the stillness of the wood.

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Gordon Mcconnell April 21, 2020 at 2:34 PM A joy to read Gary, nice rhyme and flow too. Blessings,Gordon Gary Smith April 21, 2020 at 4:08 PM Thank you Gordon. :)

David William Breidenthal May 28, 2018 at 5:39 AM Fantastic and lovely...enjoyed reading tonight. Gary Smith May 28, 2018 at 7:25 AM Thank you JW :)

Caren Krutsinger May 8, 2018 at 7:09 AM "There barely stirred a thing" had my attention instantly, and ALL of my attention. Some of your old fashioned words made this an excellent example of great poetry: dappled, gloom, echoed, resounding, effused, and enchanted are all words I have no idea how to use. This has a really nice, romantic feel to it. Gary Smith May 8, 2018 at 8:14 AM Thank you Caren :)

Susan Ashley May 7, 2018 at 5:54 PM Gary, your poem is such a lovely poetic expression of a beautiful moment in time. You describe a special and precious experience with wonder and appreciation. A fantastic write. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Gary Smith May 7, 2018 at 6:14 PM So kind of you to say Susan, thank you :)

Heidi Sands May 7, 2018 at 5:49 PM This is so nice. I can imagine being there to hear it. Well written :) Gary Smith May 7, 2018 at 5:54 PM Thank you Heidi :)