Music is in the ear of the behearer...




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I heard a bird at break of day
   Sing from the autumn trees
 A song so mystical and calm,
   So full of certainties.
 No man, I think, could listen long
   Except upon his knees.
 Yet this was but a simple bird,
   Alone among [DEAD]trees.
                                                            
                              William Alexander Percy


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THE BLACKBIRD

In the corner
close by the swings,
every morning
a blackbird sings.

His bill is so yellow
his coat is so black
that makes a fellow
whistle back.

Ann, my daughter,
thinks that he
sings for us two
especially.
____________________Humbert Wolfe__________________