This poetry depicts the beautiful description about the creation.
Birdsong greeted morning
and sun-kissed flowers bloomed
as creatures gathered straw and sticks
to build their nesting rooms
Raindrops christened noonday
and a robin bid retreat
within the branches of the trees
his partner soon to meet
Sunset blessed the evening
and the jays all disappeared
within the woods to their own nests
well hidden and yet near.
Wendy ❀ 2015
Nesting season is in full swing in our garden and in the woods.
One of the delights of home schooling that I’ve appreciated over the years
was the excuse to read about nature
aloud to my children.
One spring we set up a bird feeder near our dining room window
and identified and recorded the various visitors.
My mother had sent me
The Birder’s Field Notebook,
and we had fun adding the name of each feathered friend we met.
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