What Is of Value
Now that the grass is freshly mown,
the sparrows can’t leave it alone.
Though we prefer the lovely green,
they prefer what’s gone unseen.
The dry grass underneath is best
for weaving into this year’s nest.
What has value for you and me
is not the same for all, you see.
For the way the world’s devised
is that everything is prized.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to compose a poem out of overheard conversations, but since I’ve been in a solitary mood lately, I went down to eavesdrop on the birds and other sounds of nature. Hearing a loud chirping in the huge cactus near my hammock, I noticed birds making repeated trips to the planter full of grass I put near the pool so my Scottie dog Morrie could have a place to lie to drop his tennis ball into the pool for me to retrieve and throw back down into the garden for him to chase after. The long grass was pretty, but constantly being torn off by his repeated jumps up to and down from the planter and making a mess in the pool, so I’d had the gardener trim the grass. Earlier, I’d noted how ugly it now was as the grass underneath had turned brown, but upon closer observation, I realized that it was now a treasure trove for birds building nests.
How kind of you to provide the raw materials for the birds’ nests :-)!
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How smart and clever of you to turn this observation into such a charming poem.
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Thanks so much, April. I went out to swim early again today (Sat, Apr 22) for inspiration again, but ironically enough, the prompt today has more to do with the poem you just read. This has happened to me three times during this NaPoWriMo–a prompt comes up that I’ve already written about a few days before. Ah well. Maybe time to give up this daily writing and concentrate on something else instead. Certainly enough else to do.
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as beautiful a poem as I have read-love love love it!
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Thanks, Rabbit, for so many times that you’ve written encouraging comments. It is appreciated.
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You are welcome-I meant them-every word.
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Love the poem, beautifully written X
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Thanks, “Turning 30,” and good luck in your marriage. I hope as a new follower that you’ll have a look at the over 3,000 posts on my blog in lieu of daily posts for awhile. I’ll look forward to your comments.
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Love the rhymes 😊
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