Gary Bryson - Martins

I watch beyond my window warm,
The melting snows of winter’s storm,
On a pole a house is resting high,
Awaiting my feathered friends to fly-
From windows, perch, and morning light,
They soon all return from their winter’s flight.
Then we again fine neighbors will be,
Enjoying the Spring, my Martins and me.

2/4/05

Gary Bryson

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