On Hearing a Dove on a Summer’s Day

The other day I heard the coo of a dove nesting somewhere in a tree. The sound brought me back instantly to my childhood as I recall hearing that sound often during warm afternoons in the 1940’s. In fact I remember that sound as I was forced to take naps in my early years.

There is comfort in that gentle sound. Perhaps of less complex times, fewer responsibilities. Times of long hours of daylight and carefree nothingness.

A few days ago my youngest grandson was visiting and he too heard the cooing dove. “I like the sound of that bird, Grandpa.” “It’s a dove,” I said. “I know, it’s my favorite bird sound,” he stated. “Mine too.”

Amazing synchronicity.


One thought on “On Hearing a Dove on a Summer’s Day

  1. Good Morning Muddy,
    This posting had me reflecting on one of my published poems, and I thought I would pass it on. The mood is the same.

    Sing Me Songs
    Sing me songs of our days past glory,
    To contemplate how we came this far.
    Sing me songs of our country’s origins,
    To confirm whom we say we are.
    Sing me songs of simple beauties,
    Like the sky before the beginning of night.
    Sing me songs of mourning doves calling,
    As children catch fire flies by star light.
    Sing me songs of children playing,
    Life where no tears of sorrow are shed.
    Sing me songs where there is no illness,
    With all tucked safely at night in bed.
    Sing me songs of frosty fall mornings,
    When you need a sweater and it reveals your breath.
    Sing me songs of the tree’s leaves falling,
    And all the birds have empty nests.
    Sing me songs of a warm hearth glowing,
    Where love grows and happiness thrives.
    Sing me songs of the generations caring,
    To make sure the family survives.
    Sing me songs of geese flying in formation,
    Filling the sky with calls for the South.
    Sing me songs of this traditional pageant,
    As they perform this play just over our house.
    Sing me songs with prayers for peace,
    Working together or we all will loose.
    Sing me songs with tolerance for others,
    The direction and success is for all to choose.

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