Birds

                                                                                Atrribution: Dick Daniels
Image: A Puerto Rican Tody
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more          
                                                                                         Robert Frost – A Minor Bird
I stood by the edge of the forest

In awe of the greatness of nature

The trees so close with branches racing to the sky

Vying for the sunlight in order to survive

Chirping of the birds hidden from view

Melodious in their bid for birds at play

To hear and to see  a yearning so desired

If only it could happen at that moment in time

In keeping with the warmth of the day

I have wished a bird would fly away

I had my rest when snug in the house

Leaving  nature’s best outside the four walls

For it could maintain the peace so radiant

I would rather not invite the forest in

With the crescendo of bird-songs all too loud

Which I sometimes found to my dismay

An invasion of sound with lots of confusion

In a way to cause much aversion

Creating a din by the forest was a better say

And not sing by my house all day

The neighborhood kids were often seen

In groups at the playground nearby

I had engaged them  engrossed 

But at times they were overly boisterous

They could be a nuisance to the neighbors

One particular lad often felt so sore

Getting bullied by others who were bigger

But who still thought he could fare better

Felt pity for him and called him over

Have clapped my hands at him from the door

Kids at play could be vicious

Where adults could play their part

To intervene at times where necessary

But sometimes things got unwittingly hard

Where neutral grounds were brought into play

Kids these days could have games galore

Where adults found themselves lost

Sadly no way adults could indulge in such

I found it to be also a chore and a bother
When it seem as if I could bear no more

Written for Sam's hosting at d'Verse Form For All : Paying Tribute, Page and The Glosa

The glosa is a Form from the late 14th century
and was popular in the Spanish court. The introduction,
the cabeza, is a quatrain quoting a well-known poem
or poet. The second part is the glosa proper,
expanding on the theme of the cabeza, consisting
of four ten-line stanzas, with the lines of the
cabeza used to conclude each stanza.
Lines six and nine must rhyme with the borrowed tenth.