Morning Finches

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    I camped with my brother on a hill outside of Deckers, Colorado. And this is how wewereawoken each morning. it was so cool.

    Morning Finches

                 





                    I saw the finches flitting about
                    In a tree outside the tent
                    In different tone they hopped
                    From branch to branch

                    Melodious they were like the music box

                    Different note with each hop

                    Precious sounds they ddid make

                    They did it all for natures sake

     

                    A symphony they were in chorus

                    A private audience just for us

                    Nature's music tis heaven sent

                    Outside the small window of our tent 

     

     

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    shannie76 commented on Morning Finches

    11-03-2009

    This is beautiful. I love it. Something so simple brings so much joy!
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    countrypoet commented on Morning Finches

    11-03-2009

    Wonderful imagery and nice metaphors create a beautiful picture in the mind.Nicely crafted with smooth rhythm and very uplifting verses.
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    ginga commented on Morning Finches

    08-22-2009

    troub, Such a gift you had on your trip. "Tis the birds they sing on high." I love that you wrote this about your experience. ginga
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    jademelissa74 commented on Morning Finches

    08-20-2009

    Beautiful, simply beautiful. This is such a wonderful piece. Nature's music can soothe any ache. A wonderful piece, my friend.
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    1990lh commented on Morning Finches

    08-20-2009

    great poem trouby i enjoyed readng so peaceful and calming u create an picture in my head with your words. nice write
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