Birds on the telegraph pole,
where have you flown over the world so old,
and how many miles,
and through how many sunsets did you go, I wonder,
for upon your wings,
and through the night did you sing, as the sun rose,
and as you flew to warmer climes that you know,
I thought of you,
and what I would not give to go where you go,
and little bird, your strength is greater than most know,
and I admire you,
and I will hope for a safe journey for you,
wherever you will go,
and I will look for you in the summer,
when through the sun you return, from wherever you roam,
and be sure of this my feathered friend,
you are always welcome to feed at the seeds,
on the bird table at my home.
