This is a poem I originally posted on January 15, 2010, written by my brother-in-law who passed away on August 29, 2014. We will miss him so very much.
FEED THE BIRDS
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