April Morning Serenade

April Morning Serenade

A Poem by Samuel Dickens
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Inspired by the experience, I had to write about it

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Early on an April morn, before the sun came up

I made a pot of coffee, and poured myself a cup

I’d barely sipped a sip or two when I did surely hear

A songbird singing sweetly, it’s voice so high and clear

Quietly, I sneaked outside, hoping I could see

That early morning soloist who sang so beautifully

Before the dawn as I looked on, across the road he sat

Upon the neighbor’s mailbox; can you imagine that?

An audience of one, perhaps, I listened to the song

A serenade of purest sound; not one note was wrong

Early on an April morn, before the sky grew light

God sent me down a singer to start my day out right

© 2011 Samuel Dickens


Author's Note

Samuel Dickens
I wrote this in April of 2010, and now it's a year later. When I walked outside with my cup of coffee this early morning, there on the same mailbox was a bird singing its heart out. I wonder--could it be the same one?

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This is my kind of poetry .. I love my little blessed bird friends .. they comfort me often .. Hope you don't mind, here is one I wrote some time back ..



There is snow on the ground

I see the tracks of little feet

A sign that a few chose not to leave

And I smile for what you do ..

What sweeter comfort

Could you have sent ..

As the sunlight wanes

And the night draws near ..

J.

There was a pic of a little song bird attached ..

This is perfectly delightful Sam .. I love it .. Thank you .. .

Jasmine xx




Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

11 Years Ago

Thanks, Jazz, and double-thanks for the poem. Little things like a small bird can often give us grea.. read more
J. J.  Nightingale

11 Years Ago

You are welcome Sam .. and Yes they surely do .. :)



Reviews

whether it was or not, it is a really nice feeling poem
I relate to the birds and bees (of nature)
Very nicely done
Five more months!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

5 Years Ago

Thank you. May we both be greeted by early morning songbirds in five months!
I'm 6 years late to this one Sam and you will have to excuse me from your sweet poem I hear the bird calling me.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

7 Years Ago

Thanks, Al. Never too late.
LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! This is so well-written & the message really speaks to me. Great rhythm & rhyme, as well as nice word choices & vivid details. This describes my every morning & why I can't wait to get out of bed! *smile*

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

8 Years Ago

Thank you. The early morning singers are in fine form today, also.
barleygirl

6 Years Ago

I was looking thru your older pieces to see if I missed any, but actually my memory is so feeble, I .. read more
Samuel Dickens

6 Years Ago

Thank you again, my friend.
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Dee
Samuel,

I could clearly imagine that little one's song, after having been transported by your words to that place, and time. Thank you for the beautiful experience :)

Dee

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Dee. I'm very pleased to know you enjoyed it.
Oh Mr. DIckens !! It is a treat you captured the moment and let us all share in it !
Thank you !
I love moments like this ...its like a glimpse of what Eden would have been like.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

11 Years Ago

Thank you, Renee. Yes, I imagine Eden is full of beautiful songbirds.
This is my kind of poetry .. I love my little blessed bird friends .. they comfort me often .. Hope you don't mind, here is one I wrote some time back ..



There is snow on the ground

I see the tracks of little feet

A sign that a few chose not to leave

And I smile for what you do ..

What sweeter comfort

Could you have sent ..

As the sunlight wanes

And the night draws near ..

J.

There was a pic of a little song bird attached ..

This is perfectly delightful Sam .. I love it .. Thank you .. .

Jasmine xx




Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samuel Dickens

11 Years Ago

Thanks, Jazz, and double-thanks for the poem. Little things like a small bird can often give us grea.. read more
J. J.  Nightingale

11 Years Ago

You are welcome Sam .. and Yes they surely do .. :)
This is beautiful Sam. Nothing better for the soul than birdsong :) Today I was monitoring my bluebird boxes and heard a lovely song and it was a Rufous sided Towhee. Only the 2nd one I have ever seen. And I have pictures of it now too! :) Thanks for the lovely reminder of spring and the birds.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is pure sheer beauty flowing with every word .. I love this .... Awesome work !!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That's some pleasant poetry there! Glad to befriend another nature poet. Keep writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Early on an April morn, before the sky grew light

God sent me down a singer to start my day out right"

Aww so lovely!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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