Though it is a tranquil morning, <br />I know it will be a sad day <br />when the attractive avian friends <br />fly southward as Summer begins to fade. <br /> <br />Their merriment and daily presence <br />will gradually disappear from sight, <br />and I can't help but feel unhappy <br />thinking of their strenuous flight. <br /> <br />But, once they return again in the Spring, <br />the frolicking and song making free, <br />the happiness they bring I will hold in store <br />as they begin to nest in the towering trees.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/southward-bound-2/
