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WHEN ALL THE BIRDS HAVE FLOWN

When all the birds have flown,
remains their song.

Among the pebbles in the brook,
along the branches green,
through gaps in forest trees.

The sky, its bugle blue,
the shaking raindrops oscillate
to hit the ground,
resound with little thuds
on trodden leaves.

Within this peace,
the memory of many things throng,
we start to dream of spring,
and all that's sad is gone.

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That ending is just perfect it made me take a breath there's so much to like about this poem you paint the picture so beautifully

and all that's sad is gone.

and that last line is just brilliant its lovely to be reading you again, I've been away busy with life its nice to be back and reading everyone again :)

love and hugs JC xxx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

I'd already read this over at Dan's place but it's good enough to read yet again lol..........stan

Beautiful, it's not quite winter, and you've got me wanting spring. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Thank you all, Jayne good to see you too, I am partly back, still convalescing but doing fine. Its damnable being a semi invalid, when I love to walk long distances in the wilds, but slowly I shall do so again I'm sure of it. Three times, I am glad I am not a cat with NINE lives to live!! Hopefully.

I think of Spring in this Autumn due also to how I am...glad you want the Spring Roscoe, but I love the Winter too, those silent white scenes with falling snow are pure magic.

Love from 1/2 Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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When all the birds have flown,
remains their song.

Among the pebbles in the brook,
along the branches green,
through gaps in forest trees.
It's so good to be reading Your's and JC poems.

Both of you have this kinda aura! - an almost magical feel about your poetry.

The sky, its bugle blue,
the shaking raindrops oscillate
to hit the ground,
resound with little thuds
on trodden leaves. This stanza is stunningly descriptive!

Within this peace,
the memory of many things throng,
we start to dream of spring,
and all that's sad is gone. This stanza is reflective and positive.

Keep writing Ann! You poems inspire and infuse.

Love Mand xxxx

Thank you dear mand, you know the woods as I do,
remember when we went to the big estate that evening,
there it was so atmospheric wasn't it, so I know that you
understand my poetry as you too watch nature like me.

Love Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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I remember! Gelliur - The old mansion has been bought by a private owner. It is currently being done up, so no one is able to visit. I spent many a wonderful summer evening walking round the mansion grounds. Fabulous.

Good memories!

Your poems do nature great justice.

Love Mand xxxxx

When all the birds have flown,
remains their song
but you are not left alone
younger kids join in to read
what in spring one has sown
and
a dream we harvest....
ere tis autumn
and all bygones are by gones

strength within 1940 born...
is reborn
and
the pen strikers continue to remain on
yet as powerful
if not more
so you too must carry on...
Regards ma'am

loved

A lovely comment, thank you thank you,

From Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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you were the first one
who read me ma'am
and
so I regard you as the top one
on Neopoets
who held a non poet's
poetic hand

loved

Doing my best, have to have a tight stocking put on and taken off by nurses every day and night, amusing, it will pass ' as the fox said as he was skinned!' I take day at a time, living in the present, have no pain, what more can one ask.

Love Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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You will never be less, your physical being cannot change the way you are in your Spirit.
You are free to roam
though you sit at home
Where those birds
have gone you see
They can be held
in your minds Eye
Just learn to roam free
Yours as always, Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am free, free of past and future, I live in the now of life
and cannot therefore be bored, or tongue-tied either!!!!

Thank you Ian.
Love Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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