Quote by Robert Frost

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
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Robert Frost

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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Birds~ Did You Know?

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Nature puts every chirp in its proper place. Avian sounds—flutish trills, alarmlike buzzes, and one-note squawks alike—​are immediately absorbed, reflected, and scattered by everything in a bird’s habitat. Nearby leaves or branches, canyon walls, and even the wind influence notes, so over time, species tailor songs to suit those surroundings. Some minimize echoes by putting more space between notes, while others use low frequencies that travel farther. Here’s how some birds have tweaked their waveforms.

a flock of birds sitting on top of each other: How birds got their groove

© AJ Freena How birds got their groove

a close up of a bird: Human mnemonic: ra-vi-o-li (flutelike) oo-duh-lay-oh or oodle-drrrr

© AJ Freena Human mnemonic: ra-vi-o-li (flutelike) oo-duh-lay-oh or oodle-drrrr

Wood thrush

This three-part call often consists of soft, low-pitched phrases flourished with a final, elaborate trill—a complex tune compared with other thrushes. The intricacy makes the tune susceptible to warping when it hits vegetation, so males manage by singing from the lower canopy or midstory of forests, where there’s less obstruction.

Northern cardinal

This seconds-long song often begins with a loud string of two-part whistles and ends in a slow trill. Cardinals nest in dense foliage, but they sing from lofty perches so their high-pitched songs can travel long distances without branches and leaves dampening or muffling their notes.

Eastern meadowlark

Amorous males of this species sing from ­exposed perches like fence posts or ­telephone lines—or while in flight. The slurred, slightly drooping whistles are easily heard ringing out through their native grasslands. In open areas with few trees to distort their songs, these birds are free to devise complicated and variable tunes.

a close up of a bird: Human mnemonic: cheer-cheer-purty-purty-purty

© AJ Freena Human mnemonic: cheer-cheer-purty-purty-purty

Common yellowthroat

These marsh-dwellers sometimes repeat their short, choppy melodies up to 300 times per hour in the summer. The explosive sound can bounce through dense cattails and other tangled vegetation at the edges of their native wetlands. By singing ad nauseam, the species ensures at least some repetitions reach potential mates’ ears.

Canyon wren

This cliff-nester makes a musical ripple of cascading notes. Although the ­melodies bounce and echo off the surrounding canyon walls, the repetitive nature and slow, descending scale help female wrens (and human hobbyists) pinpoint each bird’s location along the steep rock faces it inhabits.

Black-capped chickadee

Because they often live and feed in dense, wooded habitats, these cute bits of fluff can’t always spot other members of their flock, even when they’re close by. The simplicity of their two- or three-note whistles allows a listener to judge the song’s quality (and therefore the singer’s), regardless of any distortion caused by the surrounding forest.

a bird sitting on top of each other: Human mnemonic: but-I-DO-love-you spring-of-the-year

© AJ Freena Human mnemonic: but-I-DO-love-you spring-of-the-year

This story originally published in the Noise, Winter 2019 issue of Popular Science.

Poem

Fractures Of The Heart by MwsR

Starting out it is too small to see
but deep down it starts to hurt a small part of me,
Though visibly you wouldn’t even know
A certain feeling instead that starts to grow.
It comes from words that crush your soul
Or feelings turned into actions that dig your spirit a hole.
Like a plant that is starved of food,
It starts to wilt and not look so good.
A minute event that can change the outlook
A part that nothing specific it seems it took
But noticeable and unforgiving in spite
It will continue to fracture if not treated right.
The only way to make it better maybe
To simply leave it alone, you see.
Time has a way of correcting the bad
Or making happy despite the feelings that once made us sad.
Like feelings that became fractures of the heart
Learning to let go is a really good place to start,
To repair, live with or treat the best way
Our fractures will either go or they’ll continue to stay.
But to know we have done the best we could
make us feel better like we all should.

Word of the Week

Poem

Not

I’m drifting

Not ever really moving

But staying still

Trapped in a blind spot

Trying to catch any glimpse of normal

Twisting , never moving, not normal

MwsR❤️

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