These are not new but perhaps are still worth posting?
regards
Merlin
A Birder’s Lament
When I was young, so long ago now it seems.
Wide eyed, full of life and with more than my share of dreams.
Over the years I have lived, many of those dreams that I had.
Wandered through wild places, met many people, both good and bad.
Now I am much older and no longer always the last to stay awake.
And some days it feels that every bone in my body, takes its’ turn to ache.
I struggle to read without my glasses, when once I had eagle eyes.
And now I can hardly hear a goldcrest, just to add to my demise.
My memory is not quite as sharp as in the past it has been.
But still, not a single day goes by without having a new dream!
A Non- Breeder
Still looking out of the same old garden
Still looking at the same old view
The trees full of the same old birds
And still no sign of you
I keep looking out for anything
That may tell me that you’ve arrived in town
I scan all the parks and hedgerows
Just checking to see if you’re around
I sing with fervour in the springtime
With my best plumage on view
Watching lawns and bird tables
Just in case I can attract you
Still looking out of the same old garden
Still looking up at the same old moon
Wherever you are from
Please fly in and find me, soon
regards
Merlin
A Birder’s Lament
When I was young, so long ago now it seems.
Wide eyed, full of life and with more than my share of dreams.
Over the years I have lived, many of those dreams that I had.
Wandered through wild places, met many people, both good and bad.
Now I am much older and no longer always the last to stay awake.
And some days it feels that every bone in my body, takes its’ turn to ache.
I struggle to read without my glasses, when once I had eagle eyes.
And now I can hardly hear a goldcrest, just to add to my demise.
My memory is not quite as sharp as in the past it has been.
But still, not a single day goes by without having a new dream!
A Non- Breeder
Still looking out of the same old garden
Still looking at the same old view
The trees full of the same old birds
And still no sign of you
I keep looking out for anything
That may tell me that you’ve arrived in town
I scan all the parks and hedgerows
Just checking to see if you’re around
I sing with fervour in the springtime
With my best plumage on view
Watching lawns and bird tables
Just in case I can attract you
Still looking out of the same old garden
Still looking up at the same old moon
Wherever you are from
Please fly in and find me, soon