I could say that Spring was a flutter
But I know that you've heard that before
Instead I'll just say I heard it knocking
A Red Headed Speckled Woodpecker
Came gliding past my window
Bolding perching within my view

Just as I started for the camera
He just flew away
Oh well I thought, I'll get his pic
Some other day

No, I thought..
As I slid in the film
Why not go outside
To see if he's still around

So with my camera in hand
I took a morning stroll
Without even a sweater
And sandals on my feet

I walked around looking
For the creature that had
Awakened my curiosity

Their was a chorus of
Birds on the wing
Flitting and fluttering
Singing songs most serene

The air had a scent of mint julep and pine
I found myself wandering
Insanely senseless down a red muddy road
After hearing the gentle knocking
On the wood of an old snarled Oak tree

I could see in the distance
Those red, black and white creatures way up
In its branches
Gathering their breakfast
So diligently

Beholding the beauty
Of their colors so supreme
With the eye of my camera
I took aim

God bless you my friends
God bless your tree
God give you a family
And I thank him for thee.