Poems by poetrandy

Old Oak Trees

I grow old
oak trees of 150 years
come back to life
new green leaves
spreading out branches

I simply decay
just a bit at a time
new buds into bright
colored blooms
birds build their nests

I see less well
as clouds come
winds blow thoughts away
small animals proliferate
whistles blow birds coo

I lose strength
plowed fields get
planted greenery grows
without end without rain
mountains come to life

I less interested in sex
see so many things
arising from coupling
pistiles and stamen
bees carry nectar life

I read more and write
today brings sun
tomorrow rain
changes next season
I grow old

- poetrandy -

May 25, 2008

© 2007 - All Rights Reserved R. H. Roberts

Mocking Bird Calls

so many sounds in the early morning
some seem to be clicks or clacks
others sound like a phone ring
then a car horn
sometimes a computer tone
or a repetitious bird call

don’t know what kind of bird though
could be a blue jay
a scrub jay or
since we seem
to have so many
a steller’s jay

these birds
aggressive
loud noisy
with a large repertory
they say

on seeing a picture
of a mocking bird
I don’t think we have any here

- poetrandy -

May 25, 2008

© 2007 - All Rights Reserved R. H. Roberts