*sun when slips down west
sky is pink-a-blush
day makes merry-home haste
dies in sullen hush
my eyes dreamily follow
not the meridian star
but in the dusky glow
the flock's flying far!
how they rush together
in twos of clinging pair
ahoy a home is there
waiting in all weather!
the ones roaming on south
run home way down north
leaving their hopes to sprout
on the sunrise coming forth!
the northerners fly to south
end of day's toiled roam
hoping surely no doubt
finding there a cozy home!
Tell me their chirping words
as they fly over head faraway
it's time to pick up the shards
piece them to build another day!*
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
*sun when slips down west
sky is pink-a-blush
day makes merry-home haste
dies in sullen hush
my eyes dreamily follow
not the meridian star
but in the dusky glow
the flock's flying far!
how they rush together
in twos of clinging pair
ahoy a home is there
waiting in all weather!
the ones roaming on south
run home way down north
leaving their hopes to sprout
on the sunrise coming forth!
the northerners fly to south
end of day's toiled roam
hoping surely no doubt
finding there a cozy home!
Tell me their chirping words
as they fly over head faraway
it's time to pick up the shards
piece them to build another day!*
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