A Bird Tangle
by Mary B. Boynton
It boasts no grandeur, this wild place of
ours;
It was not made for palaces or kings;
It has no jewels by the wayside flowers;
Nor gold, save that which every sunset
brings.
A myrtle carpet spreads beneath our feet
And from that sumach-bush among the
trees
There comes a song. O robin, were the
sweet
Wild strains of Pan half so divine as
these?
Among the clovers bending down before
Our steps, a mother bird chants joyously.
A tiny nest, three speckled eggs, what more
Is needed to complete her melody?
A little corner of this world of ours,
Where we may be away from other
things;
Be boon companions of the summer flow-
ers,
And learn to love our little friends with
wings.
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Tuesday, June 29, 2021
A Bird Tangle
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