Song Bird

Poem By Dale Cody

When I hear my last bird sing
a warming sun perhaps, the
sweet smell of dew
A-due a-due the song bird sings
wondering not what this moment brings To another calling, an adventure
anew
farewell this life a-due a-due With song in flight to a
distant shore
where friends unite and part
no more A-due a-due the song birds sings

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