Springtime Morning Song
I listen from my front porch as nature greets the coming day:
Roosters announce the impending sunrise
Turkeys bicker in the distance
The songbirds’ chorus infinitely repeats
Crows discuss the night’s road kill
Dogs argue with the birds
Cows protest the theft of their milk
Doves chatter while pecking at seeds
Woodpeckers provide a drumroll for an unknown punchline.
And the humans drive by, with their windows up, on their way to work, completely oblivious to the musical beauty around them.
|This is the view from my front porch.|
I don’t usually (or ever) write poetry, so I don’t know if I’ve broken any fundamental rules or anything. Or if there even are any?!? I was sitting on my front porch this morning, enjoying my coffee in the hour or so of peace I get between Hubby leaving for work and babies getting up for the day, and inspiration struck. This just happened to be the way the words poured out.
I appreciate any and all feedback, even (especially) if you think it sucks, but only if you tell me why you think it sucks. When did inspiration last strike you? Where were you? What did you see? hear? smell? How did it make you feel? Let me know!! I can’t wait to hear from you guys. Interaction is what this life is all about!!