Perched on top the telephone
pole, a cavity carved out there,
a family of Woodpeckers lives
on Prosperity Lane, a lightly
traveled country road. Here
one is blessed to see
black and white patterns
against a blue sky as these
birds fly between poles and
tree limbs in the delight of
an April breeze.
Their call is something akin to
a chuckle, a childish delight,
for surely they own this lovely
green land, lawn stretching
far out, dotted with dandelions
and blackberry vines.
On any given day one who walks
this county lane can hear the
drumming of these clever birds,
living alongside the Mountain
Bluebird, Quail and Wild Turkey.
They drum to annonce their
territorial claim.
As in Gold Rush days these birds
have their golden reward of
acorns which they bury in pantries
of trees, poles and fallen logs.
Once again, the drilling is heard
as we walk through these Northern
California woods. Look closely
at the Ponderosa Pine. You will
find it studded with acorns. The
Acorn Woodpecker, ever industrious,
is satisfied that his is the best
of all worlds.
Tough as old boots, i'll betch'a coutts ' the barrage is just '
And you're due ' can you redress.? One can only guess?
On which foot is the proverbial shoe ? Err I mean boot !
I think your venture into social fields is not so benefical
Yet gorge psoriasis led, and no doubt advised on the bed.'
You have made, with deep discretion, when you play as
Moralist Take heed, on the worlds position.' De-fund the
Wars, and feed the poor, create some equality in your nation.'
Wipe out some debts, or maybe better yet, resolve your
Instigation.' Annonce to hell we serve you well' we fain
Attain more of your inclination, its such a strain' relive our
Pain apply positive imag-isation ' involve your press and
Solve this mess! Your currency in in bad de-flation.'
For you've bet'cha boots..And lost em coutts ' theres only
One true interpretation !
Je vois partout de beaux bouquets
de clochettes blanches à l’air fragile ;
Ces petites fleurs aux têtes courbées
feuilles vert-foncé et tiges graciles.
Sur une pelouse forestière
un tapis blanc resplendissant
de têtes, inclinées en prière
annonce l’arrivée du printemps.
Sous les doux rayons du soleil
j’apprécie ce paysage si pur,
ces clochettes de l’espoir éveillent
la somnolence de la nature.
28.03.2022
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