Walking through the wood,
The gentle sound of the breeze
Rustles the leaves,
The opening bars of the concert.
The staccato sound of beaks on trees
Drumming holes for homes,
Beating the time
As the pigeons coo in harmony.
The deep roar of deer
Singing the bass line,
Supporting the sound.
Above it all comes the duet
Of blackbird with robin,
Completing the sounds,
That make up
Natures Orchestra.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2022 01:24
- Comment from author about the poem: Just walking with nature.
- Category: Reflection
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A fine write and a colourful orchestra too this time of year Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
I could hear in my mind those wonderful sounds of Nature's own music after reading your verse - - thank you for sharing your walk dear Andy,.
My absolute pleasure Fay, walking with Nature is wonderful.
Andy
Oh what a scene of sheer delight
A moment cherished for us all:
Holdfast this image, it is right
To hold it clear before the pall.
Enjoy for as long as you can Andy..... and maybe what is comming won't worry either of us.....🙂
Thank you Dave, I always enjoy walking with Nature.
Andy
Nature's Orchestra is in need of our entrance tickets - to be responsible in our cohabitation and symbiotic relationship with all of Creation!
So true Rik, I have had that entrance ticket since my birth.
Andy
That's awesome Andy. There are those who have been known to throw their tickets away and have little or no regard for this orchestra.
love the imagery
Thank you ruthtitus, much appreciated.
Andy
Well done!
Thank you Jon.
Andy
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