Lying in my hammock, I'm looking at the sky.
No matter what goes on down here, the birds go sailing by.
They don't pay me attention, for I am no concern.
I feel if I watch long enough, there's so much I could learn.
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You know Mary, once I was laying under a big oak tree listning to woodpeckers, going about their pecking. I could have sworn they were talking to me. Funny how mother nature's critters are not so simple after all................Dave
What else can I say? B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L! Just beautiful! ! !
Ah! What a beautiful place to be.This is amazing. I felt that I was there watching the birds with you.Great one from you again Mary.Love Duncan
Haiku to fit this poem: Birds that sail in sky may look down when they fly by beware of droppings. I can picture this, gnome or garden beauty. A hammock is a favourite thing of mine but in these parts we have giant pelicans who like to fly over and are not afraid to let go.... Are you on a roll? Best wishes H
Very nice, Mary. I can picture you there in Michigan in your hammock...and smile. This is a down to earth poem with a lesson for all. Raynette
A wonderful poem about the spirit of nature. Nothing could be more restful or pure. I loved this poem, Mary! Marilyn