Ann Gilmour Poet Rhyme

The Joys of a Twitcher

Anxious and stressed
Unable to breath
Your heart is pumping
Some peace you need
Take yourself right away
For the whole of the day
To a place of solitude and calm
Where you gaze at the birds
Some so rare and unheard
With binoculars held in your palm
An owl
A falcon
Or maybe a skylark
The joys of a twitcher
Such a tranquil pursuit
And when you return
To the wider world
Your mind is much calmer
No longer unfurled

Written 10th March 2019

Contest A BRIAN STRAND RHYME ME 
Sponsor Brian Strand 
FIRST PLACE

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Caren Krutsinger March 10, 2019 at 9:58 PM I put out birdseed again today, and BRRRR is it cold here! This poem gave me hope that maybe better days are coming. "an owl, falcon, skylark, and twitcher." I love the idea of all of them flying in to calm you my friend. Ann Gilmour March 11, 2019 at 1:40 PM I wrote this poem for a friend who suffers with anxiety and her only solace is to watch birds in a calm tranquil environment away from the stresses of life. Nature has a wonderful way of taking us to another place, don't you think? Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 10, 2019 at 2:35 PM Oh. O' Spring. I need my bird fix. Sweet ink! xomo Ann Gilmour March 10, 2019 at 2:53 PM Off you go then Maureen, I hope you get your fix! Kindest thoughts Ann xx