SeedsA Poem by Cory Barrett.
When the new songbirds arrive,
And the red wing blackbirds have left. The seeds in the feeders are low, On the birds move on to find something new. The maples over drop their seeds already, But their leaves won't turn red until fall. It seems their reason, has less to do with glory, And more to make sure, they are remembered. Up © 2020 Cory BarrettReviews
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