Redbirds Poem by Sara Teasdale
Redbirds
REDBIRDS, redbirds,
Long and long ago,
What a honey-call you had
In hills I used to know;
Redbud, buckberry,
Wild plum-tree
And proud river sweeping
Southward to the sea,
Brown and gold in the sun
Sparkling far below,
Trailing stately round her bluffs
Where the poplars grow—
Redbirds, redbirds,
Are you singing still
As you sang one May day
On Saxton's Hill?
......beautiful and vivid imagery of nature ★ redbirds are special
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5/6/2024 4:49:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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