The Birds

do the birds of southern skies
dream of me and summers high
as I do dream of their return
once the cold to spring has turned
will they sing in readiness
‘fore they wing to the caress
of home here in their ancient woods
and of the clifftop neighborhoods
where they in summertime will play
to greet my waking soul each day.



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