The song thrush sings
from a budding bough
not far from the fields
where farmers plough
'Tis early spring- so
crisp and cold- but in
this season I am never old.
I welcome the spring
of every year as the thrush's
song attracts my ear
attracting me to the emerging foliage
a miracle of nature just like my old age.
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