Chicks (Photo credit: SimonM.)
Bumble bees are buzzing by,
headed for the hollyhocks.
Cow bell’s steady ding and dong
in the distance, beyond rocks.
Hear the rat-a-tat-tat-tat
of woodpecker drilling holes
in loblolly pine and oak
and in barnyard fencing poles.
Hear the whistle of a hawk
flying low in early spring.
Hear big, red hen cluck to chicks
to get underneath a wing.
On Banner Mountain, at night–
hear whispering through the trees—
mockingbird harmonizing
with the rustle of a breeze.
Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 