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CHRISTY'S BLUEBIRD PROJECT

POETRY ETC

Poetry, Stories, and Other Bird Words...

LOOKING FOR THAT FLASH OF BLUE
by  Lorraine Matalaski  11/6/03

I stand here at my window
The yard is like "bird town."
The feeder is so busy
With birds in shades of brown.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
As leaves come falling down.

The maple trees are yellow.
The finches dart around.
They've lost their golden color
But not their happy sound.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
But still it can't be found.

The cardinals chase each other
Around the flower bed.
The flickers and the downies
I notice by their head.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
But seeing red instead.

Where are those little bluebirds?
I ask where did they go?
I'm hoping they'll surprise me.
I'm hoping that they'll show.
I'm looking for that flash of blue
Before we get some snow!

Here I perch all depressed and lonely

Feeding starling and house sparrow only

Happiness eludes my yearning reach

Since my bluebirds are in Miami Beach.

by Wendell Long 

DUCK HUNTING
by  Bet Zimmerman

She noodles through
the mud

And waddles through
the grass

And when she finds
a juicy grub

She wags her
feathered *ss.

Here little bluebirds......
 
Here I am waiting for you!!!
 
Hating all this snow and longing for a bit of blue!!
 
Come on little fellows and little gals, too....
 
Fill my yard and my heart with the happiness only you can do!!!
 
Joy in Michigan 

Friends,
       I was outside chatting with my ole pal the bluebird.  I inquired as to where he had been and what he had been doing these cold Ohio days.  Well, he said he had been hunkered down back in the woods in his tree cavity trying to keep warm and avoid the thousands of European  Starling.  He further reported, in order to keep himself entertained he had  been listening to some "white soul" music of the Righteous Brothers and had  been playing their big number one hit of the 1964 era--"You've Lost that  Lovin' Feeling". He said it got him to thinking about his spouse and how he  told her last season how he felt she no longer loved him as she did  before.  So, in order to return balance to his life he wrote a little verse  and presented it to her for the new year.  He said he was amazed at the  difference it brought to their companionship.  But, more importantly he had  stopped blaming her and he had begun to take responsibility and ownership  of his own feelings.  I thought to myself as he was talking--this bird must  have attended a workshop at an Ivy League college since we last  chatted!  Anyway, he shared his little verse with me and then I understood  what he was trying to sing about. It went something like the following:
 
                   Where is THE BLUE
 "I accused her of loosing  that loving feeling for me
 And that her lack of affection made me feel blue
 I was not alive without her making an effort to see
 And I was not at piece without her and the crew
 
I went on and whined about a few other things
 And even criticized the shape of her angel wings
 While I was on a role, it was hard to get me to stop
 And she almost had to resort to calling the local cop
 
Is there anything worse than a complaining spouse
 When your only shelter is a starling's abandon house
 So, I tried stopping blaming my problems on another
 Of course, that lesson had been taught by my mother
 
And suddenly the sky went from gloomy to blue
 As I found MY loving feeling was found for YOU
 And yours had never gone away
 My loving feeling had returned to stay!'
 
      I was impressed by the Bluebirds insight and told him so.  He told me to try to remember what he once knew at an early age--that one cannot  possess anothers feelings--love or hate is owned by the carrier and may not be transferred in order to escape the pain.
 
      My friends, if you are seeing blue, don't blame the bluebird, the color is you.
 
Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio 

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BLUEBIRD FREEDOM

My hope was beginning to rise
as my bluebirds left the Miami skies
I expected them here in Ohio by now
but they have been delayed somehow

 I consulted the experts on the list
to see if any post I may have missed
Keith and Bruce helped to set me straight
and warned me to beware and appreciate

 I feared such strange and unusual advice
I knew not how such expression to slice
Then another good member clued me in
And I know where my bluebirds have been

 On the way home they stopped for a bite to eat
and found the lady and the food most sweet
Yes you have guessed what happened for sure
They ran into Christy and enjoy the Sarasota tour!

Wendell Long
Waynesville, Ohio

PS: Beware, be forewarned and remain alert lest
one should steal your bluebird!

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THE BLUEBIRD SONG
Dedicated to Evelyn Cooper

Bluebird, sing your precious song
Telling us the cold will soon be gone.
Soft and sweet I hear the sound
Of the music that makes love abound.

Bluebird, fly from tree to tree
With your shining blue for all to see.
Find a place to build your nest
Where your tiny eggs can grow their best.

(Chorus)

When our lives are sad and filled with fear,
We can think of you, the bluebird dear,
And when we are hurt and things go wrong,
You can share with us the bluebird song.   


Bluebird, love your family true.
As your babies hatch with life anew.
Bring them food to make them grow
Till we see them flying to-and-fro.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bluebird, teach your children well
All the summer stories you can tell.
Happy times for bugs you search
And the willow tree you love to perch.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bluebird soon must fly away
As the sky above begins to gray.
Wintertime will find you gone
Till again we hear the bluebird song.

Words and Music by Kenny Kleinpeter
C 2004 Kleinpeter Music     


I am so honored (and misty eyed too) that LBBS member and Webmaster, Martin landlord, musician and songwriter, dedicated this beautiful music to me.  Kenny has his first pair of Blues as of a few weeks now and his story in our March Newsletter confirms how these beautiful little creatures can steal your heart away. The day she laid the first egg, he wrote me that he is now a true, blue bluebirder. :<)  This song is on one of Kenny's CD's!

Evelyn Cooper  Delhi, LA - Member NABS
Louisiana Bayou Bluebird Society - Affiliate of NABS


CLICK HERE - To hear the music that Kenny wrote to go along with this poem.

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