November 1st…“WHAT KIND OF BIRDS LIVED AROUND YOUR FARM WHEN YOU WERE A LITTLE BOY IN MINNESOTA?”
POEM – “Did You Ever See A Symphony Fly?” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Did you ever see, A “symphony” fly?
Upon a cloud-laced, Summer sky?
A feathered fanfare, Sent from God,
To sooth we folk, Who worked the sod.
A Meadowlark, As I walked the field,
To me his warbled, Song he’d yield.
Glissando trill, From high to low,
As about my daily, Path I’d go.
His yellow “vest”, With black “bow-tie”,
Led me to admire, This handsome guy.
Then came this sparkling, Ebony sir,
To show me when, His wings would stir,
His gold n crimson epaulets,
Upon his shouldered, Wings of jets.
Red-winged Blackbird, Was his name,
And bold his song, Colored full the same.
His tunes were sparklers, They appealed to me,
As he sang a tune, Sounding “Conga Lee!”.
Next musical member, Of symphony’s fling,
Had been with us, Since snows of Spring.
American Robin, Saw our hopes rise,
When each Spring he returned, From southern skies.
Even his music, Those sweet warbled notes,
Sounded to me, Like these words in quotes.
“Wake up, it’s Spring, The snow melts away!”
“Wake up, it’s Spring, Come out to play!!”.
If you were lucky, And able to find,
The robin’s nest, You had to be kind,
For secure in their casings, Tiny eggs of blue,
Were future members, Of the “Symphony”, too.
Often in, The morning’s hush,
Before the school bus, And busy rush,
A “symphony” member, In our woods you’d find,
With song both sad, And plaintively-lined.
As if her lover, Had left her scorned,
And so, In her song, She sadly mourned.
The heart-rending song, That spoke of no love,
The song of our local, Mourning Dove.
Just then, From our cornfield, Excitement did vent,
As a kitty-cat scared up, A Ring-necked Pheasant.
Brilliant colors displayed, In rainbows of hue,
As he landed to corn patch, And hidden from view.
Needless to say, No dime was spent,
God’s music was mine, Where’er I went.
No need of radio, Or stereo speaker,
Besides, man’s music, Is usually weaker.
For I’ve many times seen, A “symphony” fly,
Above our farm, In His musical sky!!!