Monday, March 17, 2008

sweet poetry

This little poem was found in one of my vintage story books.  
The Little Birds Song

A little bird, with feathers brown, 

Sat singing on a tree;

The song was very soft and low, 

But sweet as it could be.

The people who were passing by

Looked up to see the bird

That made the sweetest melody

That they had ever heard.

But all the bright eyes looked in vain;

Birdie was very small,

And with his modest, dark-brown coat

He made no show at all.

“Why, Father,” asked a little girl, 

“Where can the birdie be?

If I could sing a song like that, 

I’d sit where folks could see.”

“I hope my little girl will learn

A lesson from the bird,

And try to do what good she can,

Not to be seen or heard.

“This birdie is content to sit

Unnoticed on the way,

And sweetly sing his Maker’s praise

From dawn to close of day.

“So live, my child, all through your life,

That, be it short or long

Though others may forget your looks 

They’ll not forget your song.

                                 -Author Unknown

1 comment:

Bethany Kartchner said...

Thanks for sharing, what a beautiful poem!