Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
A bluebird sat on top of
A small sign by the green woods in the sun
At the side of the road alone
Beyond where we drove.
The sparkling, dancing blue
Like a lovely summer's pond
Upon its glistening feathers
Awoke in my heart
A wonder deep and true.
Suddenly the sunny bluebird flew away above this land of
And the satin azure Tennessee sky
Dipped high and low with the mountains on the horizon forevermore.
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