A Gift Given

 

A Gift Given   The bird sings because it has a song. Who am I to question if it's right or wrong? Each note rings across the waiting breeze, a simple gift to use just as I please. Be these songs happy  or forlorn, wildly scolding,  full of scorn, chipper tunes  of joyous notes, mourning calls  from earthy throats... Does it matter why or where, heavenly or plain, austere? Must I question motive why or just enjoy and breathe a sigh? Each bird sings because it has a song; and I, for one, shall find my voice and sing along.   By Sharon Miller Bolander   © 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

Reviews

[yma~catherine]

Just now as I was reading this piece, some little bird in the tree right outside my window started chirp chirp chirping, gently and not too loud, just quietly offering the accompanying music to this poem. (it's still going) :)

[Deborah Shepard]

beautiful well written so lovely

[Helena]

You have found your voice and sung along beautifully with all these
beautiful bird melodies flowing from your pen Sharon. This was absolutely perfectly sweet and
much enjoyed by me.

Good luck in Sal's contest!

Thank you for "Keeping the Dream Alive" ~ Helena