Words Won’t Do Poem
Words Won’t Do Poem lets nature make its meaning clear in its own way. Best get out of the way when it has something to say.
Birds don’t talk, but they sure can squawk.
Best get out of their way when they have something to say.
Words won’t do when the sky is blue,
And rude dogs go a-howling…and a fowling.
Flying feathers bustle, chattering in a tussle.
Nectar sipped and seeds nipped.
Before bed, no book they read.
But nests prove true, though with much ado.
At last sun-ray, finally, birds close the day.
Trees refuse to budge a toe,
But get ready to mow, and their leaves will slap ya, quite so.
When spirits are high or mood is low,
Swaying branches gallop to and fro.
Leaves keep no time,
But an inner rhyme,
Measured only by the windchime.
Silent fields roll under a wandering breeze.
They tell no tales but promise with ease.
Questions unanswered when people probe.
Don’t mind them; always the same, across the globe.
Buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies,
Speak not a word,
But their meaning is heard.
Even the purring cat sitting atop your hat,
States his position clear:
You are you, but I am me.
Isn’t it obvious, my dear?
A. K. Frailey is the author of 17 books, a teacher for 35 years, and a homeschooling mother of eight.
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“On reading this, I realized I, too, am lured into your kind of environment often, especially the way you’ve rounded this piece out with the last stanza. Thank you.” ~Odin