There are birds
Eating seeds
From my feeder
There are birds
Nesting
IN my trees
The birds are singing
Lauds
Vespers
Or other hours in between
As I sit in my lawn chair
Pleased with myself
And all I see
My piece of ground
My home
Lord of all I own
Or a vassal
Servant really
Given talents to invest
Given things
Not just to have
But to share
To give my song
As freely as the birds
To chant my thanks
For all he has done
For me
And be ready to fly home
When called
Unencumbered by things
Frank a Vollmer
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