From POETRY : A Magazine Of Verse : January 1931 issue : “The Cardinal Bird”, Published in 1931 January, A Bird Poem By Orrick Johns is About The Song Of The Cardinal Bird who “remains”, Meaning, The Cardinal Songbirds do not migrate away from their habitat Or do not come in from another part elsewhere.Continue reading “The Cardinal Bird : Orrick Johns : : Bird Poems : :”
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The Mocking Bird : Edwin B McElfatrick : : Bird Poems : :
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 : :”
Winter : Anne Hunter : : Winter Poems : :
WinterBY ANNE HUNTERBehold the gloomy tyrant’s awful formBinding the captive earth in icy chains; 2His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm. 4 See from its centre bends the rifted tower,Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, 6O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side,A fearfulContinue reading “Winter : Anne Hunter : : Winter Poems : :”
Let It Snow : Samy Cahn and Jule Styne ( November 1945) : Vaghn Monroe ( 1949 ) : (1) : Dean Martin : (2) : :
https://youtu.be/pAklgY92mtE [Verse 1]Oh, the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd since we’ve no place to goLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow [Verse 2]It doesn’t show signs of stoppingAnd I brought some corn for poppingThe lights are turned way down lowLet it snow, let it snow, let it snow [Chorus]WhenContinue reading “Let It Snow : Samy Cahn and Jule Styne ( November 1945) : Vaghn Monroe ( 1949 ) : (1) : Dean Martin : (2) : :”
Winter : Tori Amos :
https://youtu.be/KWmETxWM0h0 Snow can wait I forgot my mittensWipe my nose get my new boots onI get a little warm in my heart when I think of winterI put my hands in my father’s gloveI run off where the drifts get deeper Sleeping Beauty it drips me with a frownI hear a voice you must learnContinue reading “Winter : Tori Amos :”
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