Martins

I watch beyond my window warm,
The melting snows of winter’s storm,
On a pole a house is resting high,
Awaiting my feathered friends to fly-
From windows, perch, and morning light,
They soon all return from their winter’s flight.
Then we again fine neighbors will be,
Enjoying the Spring, my Martins and me.

2/4/05

by Gary Bryson

Comments (3)

It is so nice to read poems about birds I love them, I feed wild birds, my gardenis a home for all. this poem is just up my street just great cheers Sylvie
I love the neighbor idea and their house on the pole. It really is a classic! Brian
I cannot believe that there is no comments on this fine poem, as of yet! It is like as a classic. Keep up the good well inspired work Gary. Best regards-Mike Gale.