Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Bird in the Rain

O

UT in the rain a scarlet bird,

The one bright splotch across the day,

Stood high upon an aerial’s tip

And sang its heart away.

Nor rain nor cold deterred that song,

Nor daunted that small valiant bird,

And sweet the melody he sang,

And brave his whistled word,

“Cheer-up,” and I who needed much

That clear command-stood very still,

And caught my breath to whistle back:

“I will, I will, I will.”

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