For the birds
Let’s go to the birds this week.Some of us watch them while others root for one,and States ,Countries ,and Nations stand behind theirs.
There one for peace
and one for war,The ones with colors that strut their stuff aren’t even her.So think on this and let see were your ink will fly
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. – William Blake
The common loon (Gavia immer) was adopted as the official state bird symbol of Minnesota in 1961. Loons are known for their cries, wails, and yodels – their eerie, echoing calls are a distinctive feature of Minnesota’s northern lakes.
Loons are large black and white birds with red eyes. They have wingspans up to five feet and body lengths up to three feet. Although clumsy on land, they are high-speed flyers and excellent underwater swimmers (they will dive to depths of 90 feet in pursuit of fish). Approximately 12,000 of this unique bird make their summer homes in the Minnesota.
Bird Droppings
This is for the birds,
anaglyphic words:
birds of a feather
flock together,
even in inclement weather.
Birdbrain is tiny,
can hardly think at all;
but when it flies high,
it looks down on us all.
Birds of a feather
dress all in leather.
Fire up their choppers,
flip off the coppers.
Birdbrains can squawk
till you want to fill their beaks with caulk.
Whenever they blather,
somewhere else you would rather
be.
Copyright June 24th 2012 RGD
BIRDS OF ALL FEATHERS
~*~
birds of a feather
All flock together
Really
Not
I gotts me own swing
I fling it here and there
Fly this way a while
A bit to the west
Little moo
To the east
Never to far north
But always to the south
Root for the birds yes I do
States birds dont know them all
Not even me own
Countries bird
Nations that be to
Many to think
Peace bird
I love those
Let there be peace in this land
War birds
You kin
Keep them joker
Two too to many wars already
Ones with colors
Peacock yea
Strut my stuff
Now thats the best kind of bird to be
Feathers high to the wind
Pretty as a peach
Soars high soars low
That be I
Written By: Bettie Davis ————- © June 24 , 2o12
the dove
with the branch
came from above
a sign
that the water
would trouble
no more…
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black bird
blue bird
yellow bird
June
walking in
the park
I’m hearing
their tune
They say birds know nothing but to fly and eat
That their brains are empty always with wet feet
Pooping on heads and all over the street
Come to find out that the bird brain is not dumb
Like humans they look at each other and judge
Dee
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The American eagle is not aware he is
the American eagle. He is never tempted
to look modest.
~
The American eagle never says he will serve
if drafted, will dutifully serve etc. He is
not at our service.
~
He is somewhere else, he is mountains away
but even if he were near he would never
make an audience.
~
He does not know the meaning of magnificent.
Perhaps we do not altogether either
who cannot touch him.
~
Beautiful writing by all…….Happy Monday to YOU….. :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
I do love those birds — watching them, taking photos of them, writing about them — wonderful theme and challenge and pieces posted to begin my day and week. Greetings from Southern California.
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SIMPLY SINGING
From that special place
among the tallest branches,
she simply sings,
precious melodies
that find their way
directly to my soul.
She simply sings
as Dawn emerges
from darkest night,
as the evening sun
finds the horizon’s edge
and as Luna begins
her ascent across the sky
from behind the mountains
on her voyage once again
toward the morning’s light.
I hear her precious notes,
sweet Mockingbird
of my day and night,
midnight blooming
melodies floating upon
the fragrances of jasmine
and orange blossoms.
And she awakens my song
from its slumber.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-25-12
wonderfully done