Bobolink

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Title:     Bobolink
Author: Max Eastman [More Titles by Eastman]

Bright little bird with a downward wing,
How many birds within you sing?

Two or three at the least it seems,
Overflowing golden streams.

If I could warble on a wing so strong,
Filling five acres full of song,

I'd never sit on the grey rail fence,
I'd never utter a word of sense,

I'd float forever in a light blue sky,
Uttering joy to the passers-by!

[The end]
Max Eastman's poem: Bobolink

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