May 15 2009
Down on the Farm Poem
Down on the Farm
by Therese Haberman
Birds are the start of my busy day.
Singing in euphonic delight.
Twittering to me in every which way.
To fly like a bird someday I may.
How magical to be in flight.
Birds are the start of my busy day.
Yellow caps and feathers that sway.
Sweetly tweet at dawn’s first light.
Twittering to me in every which way.
Tulips beckon in colors gay.
Splendorous aroma is my respite.
Birds are the start of my busy day.
Sun climbs over the bales of hay.
Robins perch on pickets so white.
Twittering to me in every which way.
Farmers cackle going on their way.
Summer fills my soul with light.
Birds are the start of my busy day.
Twittering to me in every which way.
