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A bird called to me in winters' grasp,
and though a month only of winter had passed,
said, "Spring is only a quarter mile away!"
I heard the bird calling through the trees that day.
Opened my window for a sunny days' air,
heard birds chattering like at a bird fair.
Said, "Springs coming, not too far away!"
I heard it clear on a sunny brisk day.
"Speak you of spirit? Or speak you of time?
You know in this heart winter's all mine!
Be you Poes' foul bird to come and mock?
I see of your feathers you're all of one flock!"
"Let your lies be told to a heart less pained,
all of you together can't deceive a man trained
to know when winter is forever set in,
to know when spring is forevermore Then!"
So I listened no more that day hence,
never heard a bird sing or wanted to since.
But as I shiver in my winter and grope in my dark,
a spurned thought passes often, "God sent hope in a lark".
------ Robert J. Hall, thankful "Pa" of Kev and Dave.
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