joyous song

Walking down blooming sidewalks

in the early morning,

I wondered aloud a little.

 

What do you reckon

that mockingbird's singin' about?

 

The trees didn't answer.

The squirrels paid no attention.

You only smiled a little.

 

And later, I wondered,

if maybe,

that mockingbird had just never

seen bluer skies.

 

One of these days,

we'll have to ask him.

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Ah is is wonderful to experience a sort of euphoria from life itself....admiring its beauty and splendor... I so enjoy the double connotations derived from your work...
I'm listening, Emily...and I do believe I hear it.... so spectacular...as always...

[fargone]

i really enjoyed this. short, sweet and wonderfully conceived. so simple and full of great charm. excellent. :)

[Ed Hart]

this year we all have a well earned Spring in our steps...thanks for recording yours

[Alicante lullaby]

your words are so inspiring and fragile.

[Sel Whiteley]

A very powerful poem. You capture the natural scene vividly. I love the way you can hear you thinking aloud in the poem. That is so masterful.

[Siddhartha]

sometimes maybe, ignorance is a bliss. for even the pain seems bearable without a reference point.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

T he mockingbird sings of wonderful days, great poem my friend.