Poem Hunter
(04 October 1943 / Germany)


It's you my bird who sings at night.
There is no other place on earth
that grants the rights to feathered birds
to sing as did the man from Snowy River.

You look the part, it's the plumage
which touches on the word ramage
so will you sing your song for me?
You shall hear mine when I am free.

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inspired Herbert.....beautifully written....very nice and simple. :)