Birds on the Backyard Fence

I wrote this poem after I sang at fantastic places like the Vatican and Royal Albert Hall. I wondered how I could ever sing anywhere commonplace again and then I thought of the beautiful raucous birds who come to sing in my backyard fence on a daily basis. They look like they are having so much fun and they always have a happy tune to toot.

The Birds on My Backyard Fence

Birds come and sit on my fence.
It is such a delight to see.
Some small, some fat.
I watch them with glee.
Some fly away.
Some stay to chat.
All disappear when they see a cat.

They sit on my fence
in a nice straight line.
All plump little semibreves
and all of them mine.
All equal notes a whole note in length
as they sit in my garden
on my backyard fence.

I don’t think it goes through their minds
as they are singing there
how good the acoustics are or
the lack of decoration everywhere.
They are sitting there because
they have come to sing,
not to be impressed or be distracted by anything.

I enjoy their singing.
I enjoy their song.
Sometimes the songs are short,
sometimes they are long.
They are happy little warblers
as they sit singing there
blending their voices together
the music for all to share.

The birds taught me a lesson
which I thought I should share
about what things really matter
and why we should not care
about the quality of venue.
We could sing anywhere.
From St Peter’s Basilica to
a backyard fence somewhere.

What really matters is
we sing to have fun.
We sing to be together
as we sing in unison.
Each voice a personality,
a personality expressed in song.
A family of singers,
a place where we belong.

And if we can pass that happiness
onto someone watching there
that is just an extra pleasure for us all to share.
It doesn’t matter where we are be it
St Peter’s Basilica or
a backyard fence somewhere.

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