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Our Martins

Date Written: October 25, 2017
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We built a home especially for

Our Martins, who will live next door.

When spring has come, we wait to hear

The chatter of our birds so dear.

At last we see them soaring high,

Their graceful forms against the sky,

Then one by one they circle in

And find the home we made for them.

They talk and talk, as if to say,

"This place is fine",  – and so they stay.

They talk and chatter all day long –

They really do not have a song.

The too short time that they are here

Brings such enjoyment to our ear;

So, when they leave us, how we pray

That they'll be safe until that day

They come again to bring more cheer,

Because to us they are so dear.

 

Hazel Tinsman

Toledo, Illinois

1991

 

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