Even in the winter time, Dad loved feeding the birds. He even had a few bird books to check them out!!! Hope you enjoy this poem about wild birds!! |
"Wild Birds" Digging, scratching, chirping low, Wild birds, out in the snow. Feeding on the wild seed, God put there, his birds to feed. |
Slyly moving in the brush, Protected from the cold winds rush. Finding berries, bugs and seeds, God put there, his birds to feed. |
Flitting low then flyng high, Knowing they're within God's eye. Feeding on the lowly weed, God put there, his birds to feed. E.H. Coe 1974 |
