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I watch beyond my window warm,
The melting snows of winter’s storm,
On a pole a house is resting high,
Awaiting my feathered friends to fly-
From windows, perch, and morning light,
They soon all return from their winter’s flight.
Then we again fine neighbors will be,
Enjoying the Spring, my Martins and me.

2/4/05

Gary Bryson

Monday, March 27, 2006

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Sylvia Spencer 10 April 2006

It is so nice to read poems about birds I love them, I feed wild birds, my gardenis a home for all. this poem is just up my street just great cheers Sylvie

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Brian Dorn 27 March 2006

I love the neighbor idea and their house on the pole. It really is a classic! Brian

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Michael Gale 27 March 2006

I cannot believe that there is no comments on this fine poem, as of yet! It is like as a classic. Keep up the good well inspired work Gary. Best regards-Mike Gale.

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