Nancy L. Meek

THE PIGEONS

Alone, I strolled to nature’s clock
Along a country road in May,
When through the trees, I spied a flock,
A throng of pigeons far away,
Above the pines, in sky of blue
And somersaulting as they flew.

Shimmering as diamonds that glitter
When captured by the noonday sun,
They sparkled in endless flitter,
Not knowing that I had seen their fun.
The clouds in the sky stood away,
Framing for me the pigeons’ play.

The Lord had sent this gift to me,
A scene I deem as hallowed food
Which feeds my spirit to soar free
When in the bliss of solitude;
For there my soul’s in azure sky
Among the pigeons flying high.

Author’s Note: Another true story describing a walk I took one beautiful day. I read a poem somewhere called, “Dancing with the Daffodils”. I can’t remember the poet at the moment, but I loved the rhythm of his verse and therefore used it for this one.