Morning Walk


This morning a mockingbird

sang to me

from the highest branch of

an oak tree on the far side of

the barbed wire fence.


Her song trebled and tumbled

across the pasture;

rolling notes

up and down the scale,

spilling out into the bright morning,

filling the air with

joyful elegance.


I am happily reminded

that joy is found in the song,

in the singing

in the unrestrained release of

soul and spirit

given to the world,



May the song of my life

bring joy and peace

to all who


May I sing with hope

born of trust,

nurtured in the mystery

of living.

  • Author: DesertWords (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2017 14:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Shadowbox15

    Trés belle! I loved what you said on the “mystery of living”. It’s a very true statement.

    • DesertWords

      Thanks for the comment.

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