NATURE Poem: Songbirds, by B.C. Salkind

I have heard the whistling of songbirds
Beautiful whispers remind me of home
In trees where we played as kids
Where we became pirates
And doctors and whatever else
Where we were just kids

I remember the pet cemetery
In those big, green trees
Reaching out, palms to sky
Praising God for fertile soil
Blackened by moss and decay
The call of the songbird sung
And sung and sung
Every which way

We could hear them high above us
In the dense foliage
When we played in the woods
By my great aunt’s home
Never thinking much about them
But to linger in their terrain
Their own home

Now I wonder if I listen
If I could hear the same tune
And be transported back to those days
Simpler and true
For just a fleeting moment

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