Birds of a FeatherA Poem by PeteThe birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation. - ThoreauI've got a bird for winter. Another for spring. Bringing me everything. Flying earth in a wheelbarrow. Injecting life's deep marrow. Thank Heaven ... ... his eye is on the sparrow ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on September 17, 2019 Last Updated on September 18, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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