I Hear The Birds -- a poem

I Hear The Birds

I hear the birds outside my home
Singing a happy tune.
They’re saying good morning to the sun
Good night to Mr. Moon.

I hear the birds outside my home
No guitar do they strum.
They sing of how the night is over
The day about to come.

I hear the birds outside my home
Louder with each minute past.
They’re telling me the time has come
To lay down my head at last.

I hear the birds outside my home
Telling me clear and plain,
So much for my plans of early bed.
I’ve blown it once again.

I hear the birds outside my home
Singing neither fast nor slow
I love to listen to those charming tunes
Though now off to bed I go.

Written and copyrighted by:
Alice Price

May 24, 2008 3:55am