that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Monday, July 8, 2019
Red-Necked Grebes
"And up on the hills against the sky,
A fir tree rocking its lullaby,
Swings, swings,
Its emerald wings,
Swelling the song that my paddle sings."
from The Song my Paddle Sings
by E. Pauline Johnson
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