Kenneth Cheney Poet Rhyme

Victory

The birds have all begun to sing.
Frozen days of winter took wing.
Warmly the robin chirrs of spring.

A blue jay swoops down from the oak.
His chilling jeer to mind invokes;
Fears from feckless fraudulent folks.

Red headed woodpecker pecks pine;
Rhythmic reminder, faith sublime.
Tapping a note, all will be fine.

Cardinals trill from dogwood tree;
Chirping birdie, birdie, birdie.
Singing a song of victory!

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Richard Lamoureux March 12, 2021 at 9:02 PM Well expressed. ;0)

Gershon Wolf March 11, 2021 at 5:47 PM Never thought of it as victory before. Thanks for opening my eyes. Indeed, it is. Listen to the birdie, as well as watch. :)

Muhammad Safa Thajudeen March 5, 2021 at 7:24 AM Feeling like birds watching...nice one!

Sara Kendrick March 5, 2021 at 7:17 AM Reminds me that I saw a couple of blue jays yesterday diving from an oak. Seeking what they could find to dine upon on the cold earth. I enjoyed reading this one today. Sara