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The Mockingbird : : by Edwin B. McElfatrick ▼ You hear him in the springtime When radiant sunlight fills The verdant, sweeping valleysAnd the hollows of the hills;On moonlight nights in summerFrom the summit of a tree,He is weaving strains entrancingIn flights of ecstasy.In autumn’s richest splendorWhen the woodland seems afireI have heard him chantingContinue reading “The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :”