In Memory of... "The Wind Beneath My Wings" Please wait while image loads Singing Trees It must have been twice that year. In the Spring and in the fall. The trees in the back yard would come alive, covered in birds. I would say to my mother: "Look, there's the singing trees!" She would point to the bird feeders on the windows, and talk to the birds, even if there were none there. Like she talked to the flowers when we took our walks. Such a delightful world it was at times, talking to flowers and bird feeders, and listening to singing trees. Copyright © 1996 Brenda Parris Sibley [The Humanities] [American Literature] [American Poetry] [Southern Literature] [Appalachian Literature] [Children's Literature] [Language Resources] [Art and Museums] [Music Resources] [Medical Humanities] [Religious Literature] [Historical Fiction] [Library Links] [Bookstore] [In Memory of Dad, Too] [Awards] [Sign Guestbook] [View Guestbook] [Home] You are visitor number to this page since May 9, 1998 This page hosted by Get your own Free Homepage A Year to Remember My Poetry My Journal Alzheimer's Poetry Alzheimer's Info Directory Alzheimers at Amazon.com