Birdsong At Number One
J Joyce Hemsley
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Birds perched on the cottage rooftop
And how welcome was
Their presence each morn.
Joy ever filled the countryside air
When vertibrate feathers settled there.
In sunny days of long ago
Such a pretty concerto would flow.
But suddenly came cold winter snow
Thatched roof lines were barren
Hearts and souls sinking low...
Sweet birds please return
For the springtime fun.
And one day in the morning sun
Your Symphony of Birdsong
Will be at 'Number One'.
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