Scattered in the big city
Working hard to reach their goals
The invisible, the unknown
Hearts came together
Dreams came true
Those unheard voices
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. 1Corinthians 13:1 NKJV
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. 🙂
Information on the Western Meadowlark
Listen to the Song of the Lark