Many birdhouses seen
In the different shape
On a backyard fence
In different colors
The squirrel is searching
For a place to nest
One squirrel chased a bird
From the fenced birdhouse
The squirrel ate the eggs
A mother bird laid
Then when shew was done
The squirr4el got busy
She enlarged the hole
She made it bigger
Then the squirrel decided
To make another
Entrance to the house
She chewed a hole
Now for the side door
Making it larger
I made a birdie house one day.
Of wood and glue and painted ever so gay.
It had little window boxes too.
It was simply marvelous, created for two.
The birds gathered upon the ledge
To eat the seed I had put there to lead them in.
They ate their fill, but flew away
So I made a vow to try again.
The second birdie house I made was
Created from found objects in my den.
I threw stuff together, out of whatever I had.
A wren moved in, and seemed so glad.
But did I stop there?
I certainly did not.
I made six more houses,
And only one so far did rot.
My yard is full of birds - sparrows, wrens, cardinals too.
A large single man, a jay, of blue.
Wasps and bees.have a bit of a grouse, for
Yellow jackets moved into that first bird house,
Will I stop making houses? Of course I cannot.
It pleases me to see creatures these houses have brought.
I have jars, and lids, wood, and glue.
I will not stop, until I am through.
As long as I have my eyes and my mind
I will make my birdhouses, one at a time....
At a flea market
Assortment of items
Spread our to be sold
From food to clothing
Jewellery and more
One vendor had
A variety
Of birdhouses
In different styles
One really stood out
It was so different
Four birdhouse on
a pole
I call them condo's
Home for the birds
They are lucky birds
They live rent free
A fence made out of wood
That stretches far
A flower garden of many colours
With a stonewall as the edging
By the deck a little pond
With water bubbling once in awhile
Two bird feeders to feed the birds
One small area to feed the squirrels
Three birdhouses for the birds to live
Chipmunks live under the deck
This is the view outside my window
That I see every day
A birdhouse attracts the beautiful and divine.
Who offers the soul both a charm and a chime.
Blessing hearts with palette and song.
Along come the rippers and nibblers.
Gleaners of peace they're born to be.
Leaving the heart to a hobbled dream.
In skies of robin's-egg quiet.
Now blistering in twisting silence.
Battling the harshest of seasons.
Amidst winter acorns and peace thieves.
Birdhouses filled with dead and dying things.
Summer nears its end
racing
through the weeks now passed
with little left to do
the garden
winding down and fading.
Autumn
peeks around the corner
colors teasing on the greens.
Nesting complete
fledglings all gone
nests and birdhouses empty.
The gathering begins
squirrels, groundhogs, chipmunks
beginning to store for winter cold.
Pleasant days await
cooler and colorful etchings
waiting their turn to shine.
Blooms fade
flowers turn to seed
preparations for next spring.
The cycle continues
with patterns of life
renewed and rejuvenated
lagging momentarily
in the holding pattern
to end summer’s stay.
For the first time ever,
a Cardinal's nest lay cleverly hidden
in a juncture of two branches
of the red rose climber
on the south wall of our garage.
Over the years, we'd watched with pleasure
as House Finches, Eastern Phoebe,
Bluebirds, and Wrens nested in flowerpots,
birdhouses, spruce trees, and on porch walls.
Purple Martins snootily passed us by
in spite of elaborate housing provided.
Once, a Rufous-sided Towhee deposited
her eggs on the ground, underneath
a large cedar tree near the driveway.
We mowed around them, shooed turtles
toward distant woods, and watched
eggs hatch, babies fly into the future.
Cardinal babes were a new and welcome
experience. Almost daily, we peeked.
But grief came quickly with eagle eye,
hooked talon, and razor-edged beak.
A Cooper's Hawk left a shattered nest,
a mother's heart ripped apart, and us,
feeling her pain to the marrow of our bones.
A Summer Day
Ruffled flowers known as
Ladies Panties grow like jasmine
Reaching for the sky of teal hues
Cloudless except for two wisps of white
Spring was a phenomenal plate of passion
Summer flourishes the porcelain petals so choice
Dusk cools the earth and morning is a dewy kiss
Crimson velvet roses open wide hungry for the sun
Wildflowers burst into a periwinkle punch of delight
Trumpet lilies are in harmony with their Mother
As the Palms wave with reverence praising their King
Smiling sunflower birdhouses filling the bird bellies
On this day the earth is at peace with humanity
We are enjoying this gift nature has bestowed
The day is a lady emanating a great grace
Her ruffled gown swirls a warmth to the world
Carole Cookie Arnold
June 17, 2013
Contest A Summer Day
Francine Roberts
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