Journaling Wisconsin’s Spring: The Woodpecker

Woodpecker beating,
beating on ragged bark;
endlessly tapping, tormenting
residents housed within.
Awaking tiny pests, rousing
insect ruffians, courier
warning of their demise.

Woodpecker beating,
beating his own drum;
forever drilling, darting
his beak in then out.
Arising strength within,
forging ahead with lust,
finding one’s inner vigor.

“My flesh and my heart fail; But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Psalm 73:26

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