Where the Bluebird Sings
Where The Bluebird Sings
Often I travel where the bluebird sings
upon fantastic morns through dewy grass.
Longing to smell heavenly woods and things
and maybe catch several splashing bass.
Such days send my soul onto mystic shores
engulfing my mind in Nature and trees.
To feel new day's sun I journey outdoors
under blue sky with the birds and the bees.
When entered, scenic sweet spot sings to me
a tune ripping with moving gentle flows.
There aching heart and mind can truly see
where life's titanic stream restlessly goes.
Bluebird feels my darkest lamentations.
Sings elusive magical solutions.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-29-2016
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 96
Note:
Took a trip this morn to my woods. Entered to rest my soul.
Found a saving place and there peace came-- as was my goal.
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