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The Song of the Wren Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s40.erols.com Wed, April 23, 1997 at 6:43AM |
As I was walking around the block this morn
I heard a sound which came to me as a scorn
At least - it seemed to me it was of this
For it drifted on a sea of air like a mist
And so I perked up my ears and eyes to see
The tiny little being which made fun of me
And then - over on a branch I saw it then
This tiny little being - was just a wren
And then it hit me - really, pretty fast
There is nothing which can make me mask
Good feelings within me which do exude
Other than alternate feelings which exclude
And, thus, in the process - do make me see low
When, all the time - I have it within me, to blow
Away the sorrow and desperate feelings of pain
Which can evaporate, until I start them up again.
- Tristram