There are times when that which we write , does not exactly meet the expectations that we had set from the start. Like many times before it may sound great but something appears to be missing, or so the mind of one who judges himself far more than others would have.
In other words todays poem does not fit the liking of my perfectionist mindset, But regardless of that I comitted to sharing all that I write , good, bad or indifferent.
Todays poem is set around the dawn chorus, imagine if you will, from the first call of the dawn chorus from all wildlife and animals, added to by other of natures sounds, can do nothing but bring the very best sounds that one could hear.
Having a hearing disability, I no longer take such sounds for granted and enjoy the sounds I hear and take as much time as I can afford, aside to enjoy to the fullest extent. This is what I call The Chorus. Nothing else I write here wil explain it further.
Threfore having said all this please enjoy:

The Chorus Rising with the dawn chorus nothing drawn, And sit listening to the choir, now gone. In the distance I hear them calling out, As some gather on the lawn and eat about. Feeling crucified by this old cold wind, As the taste of coffee entered my mind. I set about another dreary day, Keeping hunger at bay, prayer laid way. Walking by the river in a tree line, Natures choir continued their song so fine. The rushing of the water played along, One could not help, but pause and live the song. Sitting by the river still enjoying, The sounds that carried around mind flooding. Such emotions that stirred within divine, No bloodline could match what’s seen like a shrine. Soon the approaching night, plays something new, Then a queue grows to play what carries through. Country side calls from nature rings all best, Nothing fits to substitute from the rest. © Pat Fitzgerald 2023
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Beautiful. I have about half a century of poems to edit and polish up so I may have to return just to do that! 🤣😂 The dawn chorus of songbirds and others always carries me back to the thrill of their sounds in childhood, especially the American Robins and Black-capped Chickadees. They don’t edit or analyze either. I’m sorry to learn of your hearing issues. Our senses are usually taken for granted until loss or partial loss. Smell is my on and off sense throughout a lifetime of gardening and also years as a floral designer among flowers and plants. May your hearing improve! 🤗💕✨
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Thank you, Half a ceentury of poems.. Wow.. I wish I had kept mine or not lost so many.. I lost years of poetry some time back.. But Bird sounds are amazing to listen to..
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Pat, I recently reflected on the chirps and beautiful harmonies that have served as my sweet alarms in the morning, come rain or shine. Thanks for sharing a lovely poem. 🐦🤩🦉
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Thank you Kym It has become a great experience with new hearing aids, such sounds we take for granted..
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I have to agree with you on that Pat. I did a post a in March that included my podcast, The Signs of Poetry.” The intent was to shed light on ASL and poetry. I applaud you for sharing your appreciation for what so many take for granted. Thank you for that. 🤗🙏🏼😊
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I will look back on it when I find time, possibly tomorrow at this poit. But will look back on that one.
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Oh girl, it’s no problem. You don’t have to. I just wanted to mention that I am on the same page as you noted regarding your gratitude quotient, in spite of an auditory challenge. I appreciate you sharing this with your readers my friend. It makes us more grateful. Thank you for that. 🥰🙏🏼😊
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It’s actually beautiful Pat
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Thank you
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💙🐦
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Birds strike a glamorous pose
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Yes and then more..
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I was mesmerized by the bird. Amazing
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