Come All Ye Faithful He Has Come, The Christ Of God Rejoice, Rejoice This Happy Morn It’s Christmas Day Sing Ye Songs Of Praise To Us A Child Of Hope Is Born Mortals Awake, With Angels Join A Babe Is Born In Bethlehem Sing, Oh Sing This Blessed Morn
Christians Awake, Salute The Happy Morn A Babe Is Born, To Bliss Us Bring Rejoice, Rejoice, Ye Christians On The Birthday Of The Lord Let Us All With Gladsome Voice Shout The Glad Tidings
Acrostic (Each line is the title of a Christmas Carol.)
When I saw the meaning of this poetic form titled “Alouette”, which is French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, .I was excited to try it out as it immediately made me think of the Meadowlark’s that live in the meadow near my home.
I love hearing their beautiful songs and I had thoughts of writing a charming poem about them and their melodies, romantic, lovely, flutelike, glorious, words that inspire and uplift!
Well, upon researching the Meadowlark, I found that their song is sung only to mark their territory! It is not a love song, it is not a glorious song of joy, (as it seems it is when heard) it is just a warning song of sorts, one that let’s other birds know they cannot trespass on the land the lark lives on. So, my dreamy thoughts deflated, I wrote a poem about them as best as I could. 🙂