| BROWN THRASHER SOMETIMES CALLED THE FRENCH MOCKINGBIRD I had never seen a brown thrasher, she entered my domain in late May, 2004 and decided to build a nest in my wild rose bush! I had a wonderful time watching her and her husband raise their two children and needless to say, every experience I have with any new bird is an experience of a life-time BUT OF COURSE NATURE BRINGS OUT THE BEST OF ALL MY WORLDS, AND THAT IS POETRY! MY BROWN THRASHER Now tis fall, Do I hear the sound of a brown thrasher? He pours forth his soul in song After being silent so long! What is it? Can he not sing a summer song? They say that silence is golden I agree But I did wait for a song from thee! But if he did sing his lovely songs Would not the world know where his children was And predators from the air Would sail on in and the thrasher Would surely shed a tear But oh, you did light up my yard with all that beauty From afar, The stately beauty of all that brown Only you dear thrasher A new love I’ve found for the color brown Then you took your children and flew away And still I say, tis fall dear thrasher And me, I’m waiting for your return My wild rose bush is empty now An empty nest is all I’ve found Please come on back, I need some sound, Bring her back, your wife so dear And those two children, I watched you rear Every day in my back yard You were forever on guard I watched those beautiful eyes follow me From pillar to post I am your friend dear thrasher, Did you not find out, how longingly I watched you hunt I wanted to climb into that nest And just give you and that wife some rest But nature said no, so I just watched and was your daily guest! I prayed for you and watched them grow Heaven did her job, and she did it well Those children were pretty from head to toe A July morning, wings in the know Minute to minute, day to day Then all you guys just flew away And here I am all alone Waiting for another spring to dawn When brown will dominate my yard again! But just remember dear thrasher Tis Fall! OGIGINAL POETRY BY MARY ALICE BOWLES |
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