Wild Violets

Written by: Sara Kendrick

Wild Violets dot the front yard 
   A Northern Flicker lands
Then fearfully he flies away
   Each scene's presence demands

Many Sparrows lavishly feed
   'Pon the damp earth, seeds flow
A troup of Blackbirds slowly come
   To eat where grass is mowed

Those Violets shortly appear
   Just a few weeks in spring
With their beauty I feel am blessed
   Theirs a small pleasure bring