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