My Walk
My walk in the woods I see one quick flittering, humming,
Standing tall ever vigilante a woodpecker begins.
Crown of red feathers builds excitement extreme.
Head jerking quickly looking bold without sins,
This bird has such power discovered in a dream.
Devastating wood in all forms, feasting it would seem.
Songwriters’ blue jays,
Dressed in colors that I see,
Family ties strong,
Flies so silent perched in song.
My relaxed moment is when.
An early bird upon first frost,
Flicking their tails, presenting orange chest,
Written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name For(Four)Beautiful Birds
written by
Cecil Hickman
written 05-19-2011
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