For the Birds

For the Birds

I love birds. We love birds. Let me explain.

My Grandmother loves birds. Ever since I was a little one we were careful and curious about examining her collections when we visited her house for sleep-overs. “No jumping!” I can hear it now as my two boy cousins and I ran around the sleeping bags on a Friday night. We were careful no to wake Grandma by shaking the den floor or the figurines representing her collection.

Many were gifts and I suppose milestone markers for special occasions, but they always perched in the case and held a special memory, especially now. I never knew I liked them so much until now, being around the artifacts in the house. Binoculars are always in reach for new species spotted on the feeder or bath, that is if the squirrels don’t leave a mess after their wild garden parties. When a visitor is spotted we can always run to the closet and find some Audubon reference for advice.

Perhaps the best thing about them is their song. Their appearance can brighten the dullest of days and their voices bring more sunshine into the yard. Caged or free, they adapt and set a good example of faith and spirit.

Many a poem or song has been given to them or inspired by them, art and jewelry being no exception. This post is not “for the birds”, but instead “FOR THE BIRDS”.

 

Art, Literature, Music and Poetry Inspired by Birds

Psalm 55:6,7

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest…

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou, “Caged Bird” from Shaker, Why Don’t You Sing? Copyright © 1983 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (Random House Inc., 1994)
Bird on the Wire

Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “you must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?”
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Songwriters: Leonard Cohen
Bird on the Wire lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Flee as a Bird

Flee as a bird to your mountain
Thou who art weary with sin
Go to the clear flowing fountain
Where you may wash and be clean
Fly, for the avenger is near thee
Call and the Savior will hear thee
He on his bosom will bear thee
Thou who art weary of sin, oh
Thou who art weary of sin
He will protect thee forever
Wipe every falling tear
He will forsake thee, oh, never
Sheltered so tenderly there
Haste now, the hours are flying
Spend not the moments in sighing
Cease from your sorrow and crying
The Savior will wipe every tear, oh
Haste now, the hours are flying
Spend not the moments in sighing
Cease from your sorrow and crying
The Savior will wipe every tear, oh
The Savior will wipe every tear
~ McGlamorous
It’s Just { Beautiful } Hot Air

It’s Just { Beautiful } Hot Air

It’s Just { Beautiful } Hot Air

 

This year I was grateful to finally experience the joy of the annual Hot Air Balloon Event, a vein of our town’s Watermelon Festival. This was a big deal to me as I have never seen them up close and personal. It reminded me of a huge birthday party as I watched them slowly hover over the city’s landscape. They seemed to float through the air like colorful jellyfish in a sea of air, bobbing up and down for a rest now and then. Like sleeping giants, they rose with the sounds of a fire breathing dragon as their power. Flashback Wizard of Oz…Where were the going? When would the return ? It didn’t matter at the moment as long as you stayed lost in the magic.

Imagine my surprise as I left the park and headed back to a my Aunt and Uncle’s house and saw them descending for a photo op in the field right in front of the house. Double jackpot blessing!

 

Hot Air
Stairway to Heaven Balloon

The sun was setting and lighting was magical enough to catch some shots. We were also trying to remember songs like Up Up and Away in my Beautiful Balloon as we took photo video ops.

 

All in all, it’s just beautiful hot air…..Here are a few for the sharing ::

 

Hot Air
My Personal Favorite :: The Balloon and the Moon

 

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Sleeping Giant

 

~ McGlamorous

 

 

Tales From the Garden :: An Acrobatic Dragonfly

Tales From the Garden :: An Acrobatic Dragonfly

 

Tales From the Garden :: An Acrobatic Dragonfly

 

 

Summer is here and it’s time to enjoy soaking in the sun and sharing the love of the garden with our friends, the dragonflies! As I was enjoying the beautiful weather the other day I came across this guy and just had to grab my camera. AcrobatIt was not an easy task getting him to be still for the shot. He humorously kept flitting about and posing in this gymnastic position as if doing a handstand. This got me to thinking how I could attract more, or provide a playground for them. DIY methods on Pinterest led me to create a homemade trellisDIY Trellis out of an old tree, and sharing that pic focused on a question from a friend ; Which plants do these guys like? So I began another journey to find out. Turns out that the love a boggy area, ponds, and also heights for their safety from predators. This would explain their exploration of our tall hollyhocks, trellises, and tomato cages. Best of all, on a side note, these guys are great mosquito police. Anything mystical and water-like would appeal to them, I suppose. As far as flowers go, I saw a few attention getters during my research. Bamboo for perching was on the list, Blackeyed Susan, Bee Balm, and Echinacea. These are familiars to our garden, and there are lots more varieties to choose from. For in depth knowledge of gardening and info such as this check out the site Gardening Know How. It’s a massive amount of info on gardening and such. In the meantime, please enjoy the dragonflies, and dragonfly safely.

 

Happy Summer,

~ McGlamorous

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Love Color

I Love Color

I Love Color

 

A cool photo that requires a little rhyme…

 

I Love Color

 

I love color.

And wonder how it can be,

That a never ending blue sky

Can bring such joy to me.

 

A flame above a candlestick,

That flickers blue and red.

Colors in my garden.

Colors in my head.

 

A name for every color,

Time held, tried, and true.

A gift to every one of us,

Especially for you.

 

~Alison McGlamry