Grandma’s Bird Bath, by Jason Kirk Bartley

“Grandma’s Bird Bath” read by Jason Kirk Bartley.

Grandma’s Bird Bath

by Jason Kirk Bartley

Grandma had a bird bath
in the center of her lawn.
Birds would begin to flock there
at a little half past dawn.
Sculpted to look like angels
holding up this sacred pool,
around this bath, in that part
of the yard the birds did rule.
She had bought the bath for
her feathered friends
from her caring heart.
The birds appreciated it—
not to disappoint her,
started coming from the start.
Different kinds of birds would
come from miles around
just to take a dip.
There were robins, blue jays,
cardinals, sparrows
that seemed to make this trip.
Step in grandma’s yard
and a million birds would flee.
They came and could be found
singing in nature’s symphony.
They’d play with each other
at their social place,
then some birds would leave
without a trace
only to come back again.
Grandma delighted in each one
and named them with a joyful grin.
She’d invite everyone around town
to watch the birdies disappear
into the water and splash around.
Everyone would come
and sit and stare
at birds,
birds everywhere.
Some would chase
the others away
only to come back
the very next day.
This bird bath never went a minute
without chirping, singing
birds that were in it.
“Birds of a feather flock together,”
is what grandma used to say.

Author’s Note:

I wrote this poem in memory of Grandma, and her kind heart toward everything and everyone. She loved her birdbath.

About the Poet

Jason Kirk Bartley is a Christian poet from Chillicothe, Ohio. He is married to his forever love, Nila. He is 47 years old and loves to write. He has a master’s in Ministry from Ohio Christian University in Circleville, Ohio. He’s won various awards and has been published many times.

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Photo Credit: “Bird Bath Backyard Birds Cary NC0764” by bobistraveling, CC BY 2.0, via Flickr.com. Modified by Veronica McDonald.