Down Where The Forsythia Blooms

Down Where The Forsythia Blooms

A Poem by Sunflower/Sara Kendrick



Down where the Forsythia blooms

Birds of Spring sing a tune

Each species calls to its mate

Come to me and corpulate


Soon baby birds will give a chirp

Begging for the abundance of newborn bugs

As the jet streaks across the sky

Birds fly across the woods close by


In the window boxes on the porch

French Tarragon leaves do sport

Six or seven inches high offerings

For some meat pie seasonings


The pear is full of tiny blooms

Leaves newly sprouting ot springs tune

On the horizon in the rising mist

Pale pink color of spring's newest dress


Roosters are crowing loud and long

Attracting a mate to rear some young

It is still cold and getting colder

Indoors calls my name bolder

© 2010 Sunflower/Sara Kendrick

Author's Note

Sunflower/Sara Kendrick
I write out on the porch some to get a few minutes of aloneness...I have some major stressors in my life and this writing helps..

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I lived in house with forsythia... how like fire in the spring... Even as we approach autumn here, this spring poem warms the heart.. I can see the world coming to life again.

Posted 7 Years Ago

no, stay outside! This is an excellent piece of work..I would point out
a line or two, if I wasn't so captivated by them all! wonderful.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 25, 2010
Last Updated on March 26, 2010
Tags: Spring, nature
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