Return of the Spring Birds
Early in the morning,
The sun sneaks it's dawning.
Hay, hear the redwings and grackles,
Do they ever have a wonderful cackle?
The first call that you hear,
Can bring a jolt to your ear.
Spring has sprung! Oh, what fun!
We are finally on the downhill run.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Return of the Spring Birds | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
| Blustery Winter Day | 0 | 05/22/2009 |
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