Woodland Symphony

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Music pours out from shadow and tree
Calling us all to enjoy a reprieve
A melodious symphony straight from the heart
Each tiny instrument playing its part
Miniature voices in perfect pitch
Unwritten scores of notes that are rich
Filled with a beauty beyond man or pen
A symphony of music that will never end


Mocking birds solo sopranos and basses
Finding their notes in so many spaces
Piccolo warblers and wren solos start
Antiphonal melodies straight from the heart
The bassoon bull frog comes in now and then
Cicadas’ strings play background blends
Crickets and blue jays fill the air
The snare of the trees adds depth to the pair
Woodpeckers drumming on old hollow trees
A staccato rhythm that floats on the breeze
Suddenly right out of the blue
The feline conductor brings all in on cue
With a growing crescendo from blue jay and friend
Celloed instruments calling, “This is the end!”
The squirrel plays percussion with his raspy scolding
As the woods fills with music the finale’s unfolding
A thunderous applause from the balcony on high
Brings all to their feet flashes crossing the sky
The concert is over the conductor’s gone home
Performers take bows the music is gone


Painting: Dwight L. Roth

This is a painting and poem are from a few years ago.  I wrote this as I sat under the trees listening to all that was going on above me. I love the idea of the birds and animals creating an orchestral piece brought on by the neighbors cat!

Summer Time Itchy

Porgy & Bess: Summertime

My apologies to Ella and Louis for taking liberties with their song. I was itching to try something different. Grace at d’Verse Poets Pub asked us to write a Quadrille of only 44 words using a form of the word itch. Since I grew up playing in a woods full of poison ivy, I was used to the summer itch between fingers and toes. Hope you sing along as you read my poem!!

Summer time and the livin’ is itchy

Poison ivy  // growin’ near by

Summer time and the livin’ is itchy

Scratch little pinky toes don’t you cry

Summer time and the livin’ is itchy

Little boys running // through a patch near by…


Calamine Lotion Needed


Album cover from Bing Search