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(for our daughter, on the event of her departure)
Once upon a time, a great blue heron stopped to rest from her travels, in a field.
She closed her great and powerful wings, folded her long, long legs, shut her beautiful eyes, and went to sleep.
When she awoke she found that she was not alone, for there, standing beside her in the field was a crow, and a sparrow, and a robin.
The crow spoke first with his raspy voice. He said:
“I am a handsome black crow. I clean the world of dead things, and old—and make it such a pleasant place to be. Your legs are much too long I see, but you should want to be like me.”
The sparrow spoke next with a gentle chirp. She said:
“I am a little sparrow, who flits from here to there. I grace the sky with beauty when my cousins and I roam, and fill the trees with music when we rest and call them home. Your wings are much too large I see, but you will want to be like me.”
Last of all the robin spoke, with head held high and red breast filled with pride. She said:
“I am a worker –you’ve seen me, I know. I usher in the spring each year and stay at work, through cold and snow. The others can’t compare to me (a fact that you can plainly see with vision much too sharp it seems). Of course, you’ll want to be like me.”
After listening patiently, the Great Blue Heron sat thoughtfully for a moment—
and then she said:
“Thank you, Mr. Crow, and thank you, little sparrow, and thank you, Mrs. Robin— but I am a Great Blue Heron. My legs are long so that I might walk where others cannot walk, my wings are large so that I might fly where others cannot fly, and my eye is sharp, so that I might see what others do not see. This is who I am—a me I do so want to be.”
And with those words she looked up into the sky, stood tall upon her long, long legs, stretched her great and powerful wings, and flew away.
page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
(arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically
near
dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott
and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride
although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and
clear.
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!
Robin Hood,
Has clearly changed with the times
Giving in to the rich
As they steal the poor blind
Doesn't much care
How today's money is spent
With his dead end job
At the government
Robin Hood,
Works like a slave
With hours of overtime
On most holiday's
Spends after hours at the bar
With his merry men
Telling tall tales
Tossing back Tonic and Gin
Robin Hood.
Then goes home to his wife
Dreaming of better days
Of a better life
When he stole all he saw
Out smarting the law
Instead of tied down
To the ball and chain of his job
Robin Hood,
Figures he'll never retire
Like all the rest of this world
He'll one day just expire
Say you will!
Brighten my day, and stay with me.
You will see!
You were the one for me.
You can start!
To give me everything that you can give.
Take my heart!
Then send in some happiness.
Give me those! Happy days..
Turn on the sunshine, sun rays.
Happy days..
It's the only way to turn.
Say it's the only way to turn.
Take your time!
Turn on your love, you'll soon be mine.
Give your heart!
I'll give you my happiness.
I'll give you! Happy days..
Turn on the sunshine, sun rays.
Happy days.
It's the only way to turn.
Say it's the only way to turn.
Now we know!
Love is the best thing we can show.
Now we can go!
Together in happiness.
There will be! Happy days..
Turn on the sunshine, sun rays.
Happy days.
It's the only way! It's the only way!
It's the only way to turn..
Happy Days-Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Spread your wings, and come my way.
Fly high, don't ever cry.
You will see.You'll soon be mine.
Oh! Love bird, don't leave my side.
Stay with me through out the night.
Oh! Love bird, next to me.
Love bird that's where you'll be.
Whistling a melody.
With me along, a symphony.
Oh! Love bird, don't be shy.
With me along, you'll never cry.
Soaring through out the sky.
Oh! Love bird, I'm by your side.
Oh! Love bird, don't sail away.
There will be another day.
For you and me to live our lives.
We'll sail across, the deep blue skies.
Oh! Love bird, don't fly away.
Oh! Love bird, why don't you stay?
Love Bird Song By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..
ALL rights reserved..
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
I write for the world, to read my words.
I write for the world, which feels my hurt.
My spelling is awful.
For which I'm ungrateful.
My wording's like dirt.
For which I'm unfaithful.
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
My pencils are broken.
My pen's out of ink.
My wording is lacking.
They think I'm a fink.
A stoolpigeon writer.
Where things could be brighter.
Without so much laughter.
Because that's what they're after.
I'm the worst poet that's ever been.
Worst poet, and don't you know it.
The worst poet that's ever been..
Worst Poet-Humorous Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1999,2014..All Rights Reserved.
I am an active roosting red robin
I wonder? through secluded trees and dense vegetation
I hear waving blades of grass
I see the spiraling sunshine combining dew raindrops
I want to defend my breeding land
I am an active roosting red robin
I pretend fly away pass the third heaven
I feel most active during the day
I touch a song beautifully I chirp, I sing
I worry whom rides the skies on wing steed
I cry a silent song onslaught winter whelm
I am an active roosting red robin
I understand often I'm among the first songbirds singing as dawn rises
I say discrete units, often repeated, pauses and spliced together chirps tweets
I dream of universal peace and harmony
I try singing as dawn rises before, and last as evening sets in
I hope for joy fulfillment peace prospered like the sparrow
I fly among where angels dwells
I sing a song beautifully I chirp along Chirp Tweet
I am an active roosting red robin
7/24/20
3rd Place~Placement in Contest
I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Personification poetry form only.
We tuned our guitars, we're ready to play our tune.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
We got enough time, to reach the moon.
We got enough time, to play our tune.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
Guitar slide, rocket ride in tune.
We built our rocket.We'll fly off to the moon.
Climb on board.No time to stay.It's time to say.
That we tuned our guitars.We're ready to play our tune.
We're off the ground.We'll be on our way real soon.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon.
Heavy metal, hard rock & roll.
There's enough music to sooth the soul.
We got enough time, to reach the moon.
We got enough time, to play our tune.
On a rock & roll ride.Guitar slide to the moon...
Rock Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2015..ALL rights reserved.
Twenty years went by.
I never saw you cry.
Never left your heart.
Never lost your love.
Never gave my life.
Tried to make you my wife.
I survived for your love.
I survived for your heart.
That's why I'm alive.
And I'm alright; because..
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
Now I know your name.
And I'm not too shy.
I never cry, when I'm by your side.
You make me feel OK.
You make me feel alright.
Warm me up inside.
'Cause you're my only love.
Your love holds the key.
That unlocks the door.
To my heart..
I'd sail to every shore.
Open every door.
And if the ship goes down.
I'd still be found; because..
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm alive.
And I'm OK; because..
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
When you stare at me.
I feel your love.
Your love's got the grip.
That keeps a hold on me.
So I won't let go.
I'll never let it end.
I'll hold on tight.
Until the very end; because..
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm alive.
And I'm alright; because..
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
I'm a survivor.
Survivor-Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1989,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Spring rolls into the valleys and hills
Leaving mountains with dots of white snow
The warm breeze chases away the chills
Robin bounce along to cawing crow
It's a wildlife dance to welcome spring
Leaving mountains with dots of white snow
The wind chimes sway in air as they sing
Anticipation, no wonder why
It's a wildlife dance to welcome spring
Puffy, white clouds float across blue sky
Bushes sway with buds ready to bloom
Anticipation, no wonder why
The birth of flowers, still in the womb
Soon, the vibrant colors will be born
Bushes sway with buds ready to bloom
Last autumn's leaves blow wrinkled and torn
Spring rolls into the valleys and hills
Soon, the vibrant colors will be born
The warm breeze chases away the chills
Heidi Sands
4/16/24
9 Syllables
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