Small Bird Singing


Another shadow still life.
When I was very young, I memorized the following poem. My aunt taught it to me to accompany a lovely sculpture entitled ‘Song’ that was once in the Hirshhorn Museum Sculpture Garden in Washington. Unfortunately I no longer remember the artist’s name. So very often something I see reminds me of the poem, and as soon as I noticed this still life the words came to me again.

There are so many thoughts I could share about the value of memorizing poetry!

Singing Time
by Rose Fyleman

I wake in the morning early
And always, the very first thing,
I poke out my head and I sit up in bed
And I sing and I sing and I sing.

2 thoughts on “Small Bird Singing

  1. Beautiful! Aunt Patsy?

    One of my first memorized poems:

    The one L lama, he’s a priest.
    The two L llama, he’s a beast.
    And I will bet a silk pajama,
    There isn’t any three L lllamas!

    Had to be preschool or kindergarten!!
    But all these years later…..

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