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.