Nesting Song

A proud young thrush was singing strong, The nest had just been made, So intricate yet all day long That thrush had none to aid... Alone to twist each twig in place, Alone to fret and frown, But now a smile upon the face, No longer feeling down... How many men have gained insights And built foundations, too And thus on these they scaled the heights To see God's point of view? How many buildings standing now Did little birds inspire, Compelling Man to wipe his brow, Advancing higher and higher? How many songs were then composed To celebrate Man's deeds? God only knows, yet coast to coast, Man gamely still succeeds... So spare a thought for toil and strife, When in a worthy cause, Because through these, this thing called life, Grants more than twigs and straws... Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Nesting Song'. Find more wildlife poems using Google search for the search phrase Stephen Gayford poetry.