Waking To the Call of a Mockingbird
Waking To The Call Of A Mockingbird
I woke to the call of a mockingbird
soft,gentle racing notes I heard
A wandering visitor in our tall oak
to me he displayed life and spoke
My window up, catch morn's cool wind
gave sight of my great singing friend
A cheerful fellow was this sweet bird
laughter and joy in his every word
Soon joined by his beautiful mate
perhaps on a fantastic morning date
They sang to me for a long spell
then flew on down the pasture trail
Next a pair of squirrels raced about
chattering so loud it seemed a shout
Bushy tails flying up our oak tree
A Nature scene that so pleased me
Rooster crowed,was over an hour late
more of that,he may end up on a plate
A great day was the promise to be had
having enjoyed the scene I was so glad
Songs that a happy mockingbird sings
treasure fit for the mightiest kings
Waking to such a majestic melodic call
in our red oak so straight and tall
Fine blessing many wish that they had
a memory cherished by this lucky lad
Robert J. Lindley 05-29-2015
Note: Poem was written from the memories of my childhood on
the farm. My father's favorite bird was the mockingbird.
As one would sing the other bird's songs,he would tell us which
bird they were mocking. Such a joyful memory for me!
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