FEED THE BIRDS

Another poem from the pen of Clarence Tresler titled "Feed the Birds"
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Sitting with my early morning tea,

Watching the sun bring sparkles to the evergreen tree.

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Checking the running of the windmill speed,

It's not blowing as hard as it could be.

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The maple trees in the background are bare,

But due to the winter wind they do not care.

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 Clear white snow is upon the ground,

And barely is a clear space to be found.

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In the spot beneath the evergreen tree,

The snow is gone and it's bare you see.

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The maples seem to have grown some leaves,

They move around but are birds I believe.

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Suddenly the leaves all fly to the ground,

And search for bird feed just lying around.

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At first when I look there are thirty I see,

When I look again there are only three.

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At the moment JoAnne spoke to me,

''They are all starving can't you see?''

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Leaving my tea and ignoring the snow,

I would put the food where the birds would go.

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After coming into the house I turned to see,

And there were the happy birds, all thirty-three.

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(c) Clarence Tresler, all rights reserved

Used by permission

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And here he is...

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Clarence Tresler

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