Down a two-trackin trail through the whispering pines
to the crest of a hill where the morning sun shines.
There at the top of a sycamore tree
a red-breasted robin acknowledges me.
His melody floats to the meadow below
that shelters the promise of spring’s early show.
A babble of bluebirds swoosh by in a whirl.
Rose-breasted softness beneath pastel swirl.
They flit and they flutter in waistcoats of blue
searching for breakfast above the morn’s dew.
A long-legged frenzy and then a shrill cry
allows me to capture the red in an eye.
I stroll past the thicket and high on a limb
a song sparrow trills its magnificent hymn.
Tweet. Tweet. Tweet. Triiiiiiiil.
Sweet. Sweet. Sweet. Thriiiiiil.
A crescendo of longing emits from the swamp,
as I step ever closer, where peepers do tromp.
Their deafening chorus fulfills my desire
uplifting my soul ever higher and higher.
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That’s all from the Peacock Prairie poet. Have a good day!
Peacock Prairie 
Very nice, Julie. Thank you!
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Thank you Whitney. Nice to meet you.
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This is a wonderful ode to spring – a delight to walk with you. 🙂 Love the first shot of ‘boy and his dog,’ so heartwarming!
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Thanks for coming along Eliza– a delight to walk with you as well.
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Loved it! Enjoy your day also!
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a lovely “walk” 🙂
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a lovely “comment” Thank you. 🙂
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And what a great brilliant entry to see on an overcast day. A harbinger of what’s to come.
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All of this is here now. I have been feeding the bluebirds and robins dried mealy worms. So fun to watch them flit about. LOVE watching the summer birds appear. Thanks for your nice comment Susan.
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You are the Queen. No revisions needed. Love it..as usual.
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Hah! You crack me up as usual. Thanks.
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Fun, spring post!
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Thank you Marla. 🙂
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This is a pure delight to read and your photos are wonderful. I especially love that sweet songbird. 🙂
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I especially love that sweet songbird as well. At sunset, after a blue sky summer day, he is my all time favorite. At sunrise, it’s definitely the robin. On a quiet afternoon in the forest, it’s the brown thrasher. Recognizing birds from their song gives me great joy. Thanks for reading.
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My pleasure, Julie. 🙂
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Julie, you have caught the essence of spring’s awakening through the birds and the sond the sparrow sings.marvellous pictures again.You are fantastic.Thanks for brightening a dull day here in Ontario.
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Aww– thank you Jane. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Spring will be there before you know it. Hang in there.
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Love it, Julie. I really felt as if I was walking with you, listening to the birds, and hearing the peepers.
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Hi Marcia, Spring is my favorite time of year. LOVE it! Thanks for coming along.
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Welcome spring! Love the birds you captured in your photos. Your words seem like lyrics to a song!
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Hi Lynne. The songs of the birds are my favorite lyrics. Thank you for your kind words.
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Excellent!
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Beautifully written! I love that frog picture!
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Hello, It took a lot of patience to capture that frog. They are smart little creatures. I had to sit completely still, dressed in brown, for what seemed an eternity (though actually about 10 minutes). Even the movement of focusing the camera would scare them away. So, yes I love that frog picture as well. Thanks for your visit.
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Julie, I love this, and I tweeted it. I love your comment about wearing brown clothes and how long it took to get the frog picture. You are a dedicated naturalist.
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Hi Brenda. My understanding of ‘tweet’ has a lot more to do with feathers than technology, but I understand this is a good thing. Thanks for the encouragement.
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People who like my work might like yours and come pay you a visit. 🙂
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A perfect walk Julie. Thank you for inviting me,
Connie
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Hi Connie, Thanks for coming along.
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Gorgeous as ever, particularly the sweet little bluebird.
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Hi Val, We are lucky to live on the back side of a hay field. The bluebirds love to frolic and play. I lure them close with mealy worms. Since I am enamored with them, expect lots of photos this season.
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Thank you, Julie. Just what I needed to cheer me this evening after saying goodbye for the last to our 16 year old dog. x
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Oh Jane, that is so difficult. They don’t live long enough. My sympathy to you.
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What an enjoyable stroll! Thank you so much for sharing, Julie! 🙂
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Awwwwwwwwwww
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Hello, Thank you for your visit. Blessings to you.
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