Backyard Friends

Far off in the distance, on a summer afternoon,
I see the dark clouds billow; rain is coming soon.
In backyard swing with my friends near,
I feel no sense of fret or fear.

In dappled sunlight doves stroll round
Picking seeds from off the ground,
Where they've been dropped by hungry souls
From feeders high upon tall poles.

The jays, for all their strength and size,
Are often found to be generous guys.
My faithful bluebird, quiet as a mouse,
Sits atop her backyard house.

Then, here comes my friend, the squirrel,
Whom I have always known as Pearl.
Pearl has now told all her kin
To come on over, the nuts are in.

And as I watch, there comes a hush,
Then raindrops fall down in a rush.
As I am jolted from my perch,
My friends all hurry up the birch.

From my porch, I watch and wait,
Till I'm assured of my friends fate.
And then I offer thanks and smile;
We'll gather again in a little while.

As you can see, we meet and share,
Perfectly natural like water and air.
Would that all creatures upon the earth
Could look at each other and see their ownworth.

Though we are different in so many ways,
We can live in harmony til the end of our days.
No matter whether we're beast or man
We fit together we're part of His plan.

~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © August, 2009
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[ By: Linda Lee Gleason, Copyright © 2009 ( llgleason@bellsouth.net ) -- submitted by: Linda Gleason ]