I Wait
Upon sitting on an old log one day,
I heard an unfamiliar sound my way,
So, upon hearing the strange sound,
I under covert stood behind a tree, a foot away,
As I listened for that strange sound again,
I looked, and saw a bird up high a tree, a faraway,
The bird took off, but flew my way,
As I looked up high to see it fly away.
The sound the bird had made
was pretty, I admit.
Was weeks before I heard that strange again
Up high in those trees, so far away.
I was determined upon my own to become
A friend to this lonesome bird, so out I came
And gave that whistled cry the bird had made,
Then I listened, and I waited, and I waited,
And it came!
My luck had brought my hopes high,
Hooray, the bird returned my cry!
I saw it standing on my porch one day,
So out I came, and threw some seeds its way,
And as I whistled that familiar song it sang,
I listened, and I waited, and I waited,
And it came.
Was habit for both of us the same, that one
Called out and the other returned its call.
Has been two years and months since I first heard its song,
Has been two years and months that I’ve returned its cry,
Upon sitting on an old log one day,
I listened for a familiar sound to come my way,
But it never came!
So once more, but for my last,
I whistled our familiar song its way,
Then I listened, and I waited, and I waited,
And I wait.
(1995)
This was my very first poem that I wrote! Quite in accident actually. I had the privilege of having a forest behind our families house. I remember waking up at 2 am, unable to sleep, having words filling my head. I suppose any real poet remembers their very first poem, cause I sure do! I remember I stayed up all night till it all came together. I guess you can say from there, I began putting my thoughts into words on paper, and the rest is history.
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