Where Willows Sing
By Cinara
Where Willows Sing Where willows sing and swallows call And waters from the foothills fall The purple martin finds a hedge To perch along the water’s edge I placed a gourd, a little dome That he would find to make a home On bough of needled evergreen To mark his yearly spring routine The swallows come a thousand fold And stay until the winds grow cold Before the fall of downy flake In grasses near the hidden lake More splendor I have never seen Than here among the hills of green The purple martins come to use The summer home that I would choose Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 10:16 AM PST 0 • 10
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