Marsh dweller...

                                                                                                                   Photo by BarrytheBirder

The Red-Winged Blackbird

by Maude Gue Goodrich

Over where the bog is greening

And the willow waves her bloom,

There in bridal black quite proper

Does he love to preen and plume;

Breath of new green things is drifting,

O'er the sedges with the breeze,

Mingled with his love-song ringing,

Voicing liquid notes like these:

Conk-err-lee-e! Conk-err-lee-e!

Sweetheart see, sweetheart see!

The world was made 

For you and me!

Dignified beside the water

Walks he as a landed squire:

Spreads his wings and ruffs his feathers,

Smooths his shoulder caps of fire;

Then the blue sky bending over,

Or the hint of green on hill,

Fills his lover-heart with rapture

and again we hear him thrill:

Conk-err-lee-e! Conk-err-lee-e!

Sweetheart see, sweetheart see!

The world was made

For you and me!

Please comment if you wish.

BarrytheBirder