Tuesday, August 25, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 35


A WhimsiBird !
Is it really so ?
O, thank you God.
’Tis by your hand
I know we’re blest
With our dear little
Summerhouse,
Summertime guest.
Nature’s wondrous bounty,
The breezes too,
Delights in your 
Morning song.
And I know you hear,
Dear WhimsiBird,
When I too sing along.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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