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| Red-Wing Blackbird by Lang Elliot Used with permission |
Spring brings colors left behind last fall; it’s been so drear.
The world, now done with winter’s nap, is bright and full of cheer.
The robins chirp--a joyful throng.
The red-wing sings his blackbird song:
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-reeeee!
Crocus and the hyacinth unfold through snow; they bring
a glint of purple, blue, and pink--a hint of joyous spring.
The robins chirp--a joyful throng.
The red-wing sings his blackbird song:
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-reeeee!
Dull brown grass has sprung to life; the wintry weather done.
Its greening is a sign of spring, a proof new life has won.
The robins chirp--a joyful throng.
The red-wing sings his blackbird song:
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-reeeee!
Yellow daffodils, a clue, they smile, they nod, they say
it’s nearly time to plant new seeds for summer’s on its way.
The robins chirp--a joyful throng.
The red-wing sings his blackbird song:
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-ree;
conk-la-reeeee!
© 2021 Rebekah Hoeft
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