Thursday, February 5, 2009

A Wish

I wish that I had been a bird,
A snow-bird would be best of all,
Then I would sit up in a tree
And stay right through from spring ‘till fall.

I’d sit up in the branches high
And hear the wind a-wailing by.
And feel the snow-flakes downward fall,
And oh, I know I’d love it all.

I’d see the sun a-shining bright
O’er meadows, making mellow light.
At night, when moonbeams crystal shone,
I’d hide away ‘till dark had flown.

I’d see the trees and fields snow-bound
And watch the ice king track around.
Then, when the spring’s warm breeze would blow,
I’d stay to see old winter go.

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