The Wood Thrush Returned Today

I've been waiting for the return of this song bird to our area. This morning I heard the distinctive voice: Sunday, May 2. Two years ago it was April 19. I remember because I announced it at a house concert I did that evening. So, I've been waiting with some anxiety since mid-April for the sound of the glorious song. Did you know the wood thrush achieves their sound because they have two vocal chords so they can sing harmony with themselves. (I learned this, as most everything else interesting, by listening to National Public Radio.) Below are the words of the song I wrote in his honor: Little Bird

And the little bird sings in the cool of the day

When the sun comes up And the sun goes down

He’s got happy things to say

And the little bird sings from the highest tree

Hidden in the leaves of the canopy

Doesn’t wanna be seen

When my head’s brought low by this world of woe

And trouble’s leaning on my door

I marvel at the simple joy that hearing can restore

When the little bird sings in the cool of the day

When the sun comes up And the sun goes down

He’s got happy things to say

And the little bird sings I cannot stay

I come in the spring and I leave in the fall

And it’s always been this way

But the little bird sings a promise true

When the jessamen blooms I’ll be coming home soon

And will sing a song for you

When the nights are long and the wind blows cold

And the days are gray and drear

I hold onto the hope of spring

When the wood thrush reappears

And the little bird will sing in the cool of the day

When the sun comes up And the sun goes down

He’s got happy things to say

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