From Your Back Porch Poem by james watkin

From Your Back Porch



Long parching, panicky hot days.
Thirst. A lost stray's tweet.
Wee birdie, all he waits for!
Droops, worried on, more!

Gentle lad, prepare, with hands, two
Both poor needs to meet.
Heart, with God's reach, hymn's singer
Thereaft heard fly over!

Friday, February 10, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: bird,summer
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