Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Poem: The Bird's Nest

I know a place, in the ivy on a tree,
Where a bird's nest is, and the eggs are three,
And the bird is brown, and the eggs are blue,
And the twigs are old, and the moss is new,
And I go quite near, though I think I should have heard
The sound of me watching, if I had been a bird.


by John Drinkwater

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