[Lady Jag]

Beautiful post, KM.

 
The Song of the Bluebird

A breast of rusty red,
A back of sky blue,
A song of peacefulness.
A bluebird flys over a
golden field to it's home
at the edge of the field.
It stops to rest on a nearby tree and shows
off it's chest proudly.
It twitters a song of
relaxation, and peace.
Of happiness and freedom.
Of healthiness and all the
Pleasures of life.
The bluebird hops to the
top of the tree and
watches the sun set over
the horizon.
Soon the crickets are
chirping as the moon shines
in the darkness.
The bluebird puffs up
it's chest and preens
itself.  Then it tucks
it's head under
it's wing and
falls asleep.

-- Megan Groves
Age 10

[Kitty Mittens]

That Poem is Wonderful, (((((Lady Jag))))), and it's Amazing that a 10 Yr. Old Wrote it; she is Very Gifted of Heaven.

I See Bluebirds Here Occasionally, and they Look Like Sparkling Blue Jewels when the Sun Shines on their Feathers. A Mystery Bird Around Here has been Singing, "Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!" and I've Yet to See him or Identify him. (That Song he Sings is Probably about himself, Lol!)