In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon,Catching the lilt of every easy tune;But when the day departs he sings of love,--His own wild song beneath the listening moon.
Henry Van Dyke10 November 1852 ~ 10 April 1933
Beautiful shot, and the perfect poem to go with it, Vickie. It's as if he stood there, posing, just for you and your camera!
Beautiful shot, and the perfect poem to go with it, Vickie. It's as if he stood there, posing, just for you and your camera!
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