Humans are suffering right now, and many are experiencing personal tragedies. While this pandemic runs its course, locked down humans create an incredible opportunity for nature to regenerate. Just yesterday, I saw an oriole enjoying a birdbath. Let’s hope once we are free to move around in the world that we decide to live in harmony with nature.

Here are a couple of short poems about the orioles. Both are in the public domain, so I can reproduce them here.

To an Oriole
by Edgar Fawcett

How falls it, oriole, thou hast come to fly
In tropic splendor through our Northern sky?
At some glad moment was it nature’s choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
At some glad moment was it nature’s choice
To dower a scrap of sunset with a voice?
Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard,
Desire unspeakably to be a bird?

Sir Oriole
by Amos Russel Wells

“This is a merry world,
Truly a jolly world”—
So sings the oriole.
He is a winged flame,
He bears a lighted breast,
Sunshine incarnated.
His is a swinging song,
His is a swinging nest,
His is a swinging flight.
Ever a-tilt is he,
Tilting at gloominess,
Happy Sir Oriole!

Write a poem about oriole or any other bird you choose. Enjoy.

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