A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods, tenth poet in my poet dedication series Frank Stanton

Written by: Robert Lindley

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A Child's Day With Nature In The Nearby Woods
(honoring tenth poet, in my poet dedication series)

I saw the rolling river at first glance,
its dancing, prancing waters all aglow
Forest edge, such views were my new romance
in their depths, fades away my childlike tow.

Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky

I saw spotted fawn as it came to drink,
its soft coat glimmering in willing sun
This and much more caused me to with joy think
how Nature gives beauty and so much fun.

Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky

I saw mockingbird, its tune a'stirring,
its flight just above my head a true feast
I next saw wildcat with kits a'purring
a great showing for such wary, shy beast.

Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky

I saw much more at wonderful day's pass,
beauty of flowering meadows that sang
I then was but a timid little lass
that answered whenever Nature's call rang.

Over singing waters fish catchers fly
Their colors blazing against bluest sky

Robert J. Lindley, 3-07- 2019
Rhyme, ( Youth Seeing A Bit Of Nature's Wonders)
Dedication poem, honoring Frank L. Stanton, 
my tenth poet honored in my famous poets dedication series.

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Note: This my tenth poet chosen and honored in my 
famous poets dedication series honors the truly 
great poet, Frank L. Stanton. An amazing poet that
sought to write for and to the common man yet was
rightly given admiration, honor and fame in his 
lifetime and long career. I chose his poem titled,
"The Mockingbird", to be used to inspire my dedication
poem one that I borrowed a few of my own childhood 
memories to compose.

   https://thevalueofsparrows.com/2018/07/28/poetry-the-mocking-bird-by-frank-lebby-stanton/comment-page-1/

The Mocking-Bird by Frank Lebby Stanton

He did n’t know much music 
When first he come along; 
An’ all the birds went wonderin’ 
Why he did n’t sing a song.

They primped their feathers in the sun, 
An’ sung their sweetest notes; 
An’ music jest come on the run 
From all their purty throats!

But still that bird was silent 
In summer time an’ fall; 
He jest set still an’ listened, 
An’ he would n’t sing at all!

But one night when them songsters 
Was tired out an’ still, 
An’ the wind sighed down the valley 
An’ went creepin’ up the hill;

When the stars was all a-tremble 
In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue, 
An’ the daisy in the darkness 
Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,— 

There come a sound o’ melody 
No mortal ever heard, 
An’ all the birds seemed singin’ 
From the throat o’ one sweet bird!

Then the other birds went Mayin’ 
In a land too fur to call; 
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’ 
When one bird could sing fer all! 
        poem by Frank Lebby Stanton
		
 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Lebby_Stanton