Spring Melody

The summertime birds are back,
the ones who breed in the northland.

All day I heard the white-throated sparrow
sing old man, peabody-peabody-peabody.

In the field guide, they say it
pure sweet, canada-canada-canada.

Like iambic pentameter or a Limerick,
always that rhythm, whatever the words.

I wonder what words you hear
behind the harmonies we sing together.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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