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Call To Your Mate, Bob-white Post by :nhusss Category :Poems Author :Cale Young Rice Date :September 2011 Read :1336

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Call To Your Mate, Bob-white

O call to your mate, bob-white, bob-white,
And I will call to mine.
Call to her by the meadow-gate,
And I will call by the pine.

Tell her the sun is hid, bob-white,
The windy wheat sways west.
Whistle again, call clear and run
To lure her out of her nest.

For when to the copse she comes, shy bird,
With Mary down the lane
I'll walk, in the dusk of the locust tops,
And be her lover again.

Ay, we will forget our hearts are old,
And that our hair is gray.
We'll kiss as we kissed at pale sunset
That summer's halcyon day.

That day, can it fade?... ah, bob, bob-white,
Still calling--calling still?
We're coming--a-coming, bent and weighed,
But glad with the old love's thrill!

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Cale Young Rice's poem: Call To Your Mate, Bob-White

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