"Through miles of shadow and soft heat,
Where field and fallow, fence and tree,
Were all one world of greenery,
I heard the robin ringing sweet,
The sparrow piping silverly,
The thrushes at the forest's hem

And as I went I sang with them. "

from After Rain

                         by Archibald Lampman

The Phoebes as I have said in earlier posts are the first

birds wee see at the cabin surveying any movement

ant change from some high vantage point, always watchful

always busy. I think they have taken to nesting under 

the cabin which is raised above the ground on posts.

They strike me as very cheerful and make good neighbors.

" The sky so blue things must have trembled

and sunsets burned at the world-edge

-tiny three-toed horses without riders

and stone listened to stone

wondering whether to take a chance

or else remain stone forever

birds like red bonfires plunge thru trees

flying reptiles flap leather wings

attack water reflections of themselves

which are not less unreal than they are."

     from On The Bearpaw Sea

        by Al Purdy