The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
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Barbara DeAngelis
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2 comments:
Simply lovely! Nothing prettier than song birds in spring!
This is so special! I love birds! I love this poem ;o)
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