Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Thrice welcome you
We’re so glad to hear you
Sing Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
For when you’re on the wing
We hail the sweet spring
When each lovely young thing
Learns to dance and sing
To the joyous refrain
Of Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
by Florence Clee, 8.5.1940
google pic … I’ve only seen the clock ones
Cuckoo!
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Lovely poem
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Not a cuckoo! This is a roadrunner..But a great pic nonetheless.
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Oh, Kate, splendid poem – as lyrical now as it was 80 years ago!
You’ll forgive he exuberance, as I’m a bit birdsong-drunk right now. After a winter of monotone drabness, the summer birds are returning!
Impressing one another (and me too) with their burbling trills, they hop around looking for a good home, and gathering the twigs, etc., to build it. A joyous labor, as it’s in preparation for egg-laying and, soon after, showing the young ones the ropes.
The energy is infectious. It got up near 20 (C) today, and even though the shadows stretch, a nearby window’s still open, allowing in the glorious symphony.
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a timely poem then … here the sun is shining and the waves splashing as I am serenaded by lawn mowers …
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Definitely! I only can dream of the playful surf, but the serenade, well, that’s my own future in a month or so!
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lol mowers have stopped but party boys have moved in next door … super loud already and haven’t even started to drink 😦
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This is a poem which is timeless Kate…it is relevant now as it was back many years ago.
I love its whimsical feeling..it makes me wanna hop and skip and turn around and dance..
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I was looking at the window and trying to find where i could to that but..well…its gloomy outside and sad…people are so scared to even go outside their own backyards
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ouch pray it doesn’t get that bad here … I’m meeting a bunch of Mum’s friends for lunch today!
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Have you hear of the news? Our capital city back homw has been locked down. Announcenment was made last night.
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no I had no idea, could impact on my brothers plans …
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A beautiful poem that brought smiles! 🙂
A great tribute to a lovely bird! 🙂 It’s a joy to hear birds sing! 🙂
Thank you for sharing these poems! I sit here trying to envision Florence writing…and if she wrote with paper and pencil or if she had a typewriter.
HUGS!!! 🙂
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paper and pencil only, doubt she had a typewriter … she was a highly regarded school principal 🙂
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Oh, that is so cool! I’ve known some really great school principles/directors! I admire their willingness to do their job. 🙂
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I’m a day behind Kate… I went out last night, and I’m tired today….. I don’t need a ‘Cuckoo Cuckoo’ today…. i’m feeling a bit numb….
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Another lovely poem from your aunt. Thanks for sharing the joy.
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Thanks for sharing. Just for fun, this is an old one, but anyway. What did the three headed London Bobby (police officer) say to the shifty looking tourist? …”Hello, hello, hello…whoh ave wee ere then?”
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Yes, that joke was a bit of an old chestnut.
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hey you tried and that’s what counts 🙂
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As I was reading this I thought wow, this sounds like something from the Victorian era, then noticed it really is an old poem. So quaint, and lovely. Thanks for sharing.
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my great aunt, she had many poems published but pre-internet days so I’m spreading her talent and good cheer 🙂
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I love this old poem – thank you x
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Another beautiful share, Kate. So good of you to share these gems.
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it really is my pleasure … like me she wrote hundred, unlike me many were published but that was pre-internet era 🙂
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Umiesz dzielić się wierszami, czyli umiesz dzielić się dobrem i radością z innymi ludźmi. To takie cenne we współczesności. Czasem dobre słowo więcej znaczy niż dużo pieniędzy. Dziękuję za wiersz, który sprawił mi przyjemność. Do mnie też zaczynają przylatywać ptaki, więc znak, że za parę tygodni przyjdzie wiosna i ciepło. Dziś jeszcze prószył śnieg, ale szybko topniał, wiosna idzie!
Pozdrawiam
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You can share poems, i.e. you can share goodness and joy with other people. It’s so valuable in modern times. Sometimes a good word means more than a lot of money. Thank you for the poem that I enjoyed. Birds are also coming to me, so it’s a sign that spring and warm will come in a few weeks. Today it was snowing, but it was melting quickly, spring is coming!
Regards
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Oh this is a delight
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A true blessing. 😊
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I go out in the morning to refill my feeders and the birds are singing. I imagine conversations about territory or perhaps they say; “Ah, there she is – she’s late this morning!” 😉
Lovely verse from your Aunt. Thank you for sharing.
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yes I left some bread out and several sang their thanks!
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So, the poetry talent is DNA, it’s in the family?!
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lol I had hoped so in my teens but couldn’t squeeze a rhyme out … then in 2005 the drought broke 🙂
Thanks Paul!
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That is a breaking of a drought that has brought relief to everyone.
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lol no where near as much as yours did 😎
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Very kind, as always, thank you Kate.
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