Wren Song

I hear a wren sing everyday

He's loud and clear, as if to say

I'm here! I'm here! can you hear me?

He sings from high up in a tree

Sometimes from the house's peak,

And  sometimes lower places seek

A curiouser critter you'll never find

Looking for bugs of any kind

Under the leaves, inside the pot

Places he knows, and those he forgot

He darts and jumps from one to another,

Like searching for his long lost brother

He's shades of brown of every hue

While spots of white on wings and tail imbue

His chest is gold and brows are white

With half-cocked tail, he's quite a sight 

With feet like a Hobbit and a rotund bod

His looks will ne're win the winner's nod

He sings from decks and porches too

Most anywhere that's high will do

His notes are pure and trills are sweet

As oft I hear the wren repeat

It's a song of joy, of strength and hope

A song that simply helps you cope

A tiny bird with tune so clear

It lifts the hearts of those who hear

I want to sing to him so strong,

'I hear! I hear! Thanks for your song-'

Thanks for the vibrant, cheery tune,

I hope to hear you very soon.

I wrote this for my grandson Alex. He lives in California and I am always telling him about the birds in Carolina. I told him I would write him a poem about Carolina birds if he would write me a poem too. So here it is little buddy, Poppy is waiting for your verse. Love you a bunch.

Lord thank you for the songs I sing

Thank you for the joy I bring

Thanks for bugs and worms I eat

Thanks for folks who leave the treat

But mostly  for the nests you give

It don't take much for me to live.

Amen