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BIRDSONG
I
opened a window
to let
birdsong in.
Warbles,
twitters and chirps
from
the great oak
filled
the room
with
nature’s rhapsody.
God
could’ve
given
winged creatures
brays,
snorts, whinnies or croaks,
but He
gave them songs.
Whose
delight is greatest,
His,
theirs or mine?
Maude
Carolan
I thought this would be a good poem to begin the summer. It's an oldie. It appeared in my chapbook, "God Could've" which is now out of print.
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