The Cuckoos’s Call

This charming poem was written by Martin Silvester about the life of birds.  You may also be interested in reading his first book of poems called Last Apple on The Tree

The Cuckoos’s Call

Today I heard a cuckoo’s call, echoing through the trees,
It made me pause from my gardening and I just rested on my knee’s,
I took a look around me, there were blue tits on the nuts,
And a blackbird gave a vibrant call, very shrill..no ifs and buts.

So I knelt there like a statue, then I heard a robin speak,
It was looking for its dinner, but the worms played hide and seek.
All the birds were busy, their songs were drifting on the breeze,
And I wondered what they thought of me, a human, on his knees.

What a sense of freedom, birds must feel, as off they fly,
No busy roads and traffic jams, up there in the sky.
No need to book a table, in the garden restaurant,
Just spread your wings and fly around, till you find the one you want.

They don’t have to book a room, for when the sun has gone to bed,
A favourite twig or branch will do, to rest their weary head.
No standing in a supermarket, queuing up to pay the bill,
No sitting in a waiting room, for a prescription or a pill.

No planning regulations, when they want to build a nest,
Just find a place the cats can’t reach, thick hedges are the best.
No need to wait for deliveries, of materials for their home,
Dried grass and moss are all around, where ever they may roam.

Birds don’t have to worry, about what to wear, or what they’ve got,
And birds don’t have to worry, about their shrinking pension pot.
In fact birds don’t have to worry, about very much at all,
Just flying round and finding food and singing out their call.

I couldn’t help admiring them, as I knelt there on the turf,
My being born a human, was just an accident of birth.
If I get the chance to be born again, I might just have a word,
I’ll ask if I, can come back to earth, the next time…as a bird.

© Martin Silvester 24/4/15

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Martin Silvester

Not a lot to tell...just an ordinary man...always loved writing but never had the time until now...hope I've got a few years left to write about the million things I would like to get down on paper be it in poetry form or just plain old story telling. Just in case anyone would like me to come along to their group and read a few of my poems live..I would be happy to do so within the confines of Kent or Sussex...I would just need to cover my time and petrol costs...plus a cup of tea and a biscuit. Just email [email protected] To answer some of your questions= ex-army..ex -jackeroo...ex-builder..ex-quite a few other things..still rocking...married...2 + 3 children...7 grandchildren...retired...love custard creams. I have now published my first collection of poems which are now available on Amazon under the title of..LAST APPLE ON THE TREE. The book consists of twenty seven poems covering a wide range of topics and emotions. My second book has just been published and is called A BREEZE IN THE WILLOWS, also available on Amazon. I hope that everyone will get as much enjoyment reading them, as I did writing them.

Latest posts by Martin Silvester (see all)

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• The Cowboy Wore Glasses – Part Two - September 22, 2015