The Birds
I'm thinking of the little birds
That fly away in fall,
And return when the balmy breezes
Make their beckoning call.
Today they fly above the clouds
Snow dancing in their faces,
Searching for a place to land
Where the sun shows it's graces.
Tomorrow they will take to air
To find the snow has gone,
And return to my little tree
With bright and cheery song.
Cile Beer
written l955
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