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The First Bluebird Post by :ianhollander Category :Poems Author :James Whitcomb Riley Date :November 2011 Read :3214

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The First Bluebird

Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
And dribble! drip! and blow!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then--
Some more rain and snow!

This morning I was 'most afeard
To wake up--when, I jing!
I seen the sun shine out and heerd
The first bluebird of Spring!--
Mother she'd raised the winder some;--
And in acrost the orchurd come,
Soft as a angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet fer anything!

The winter's shroud was rent a-part--
The sun bust forth in glee,--
And when that that bluebird sung, my hart
Hopped out o' bed with me!


(The end)
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: First Bluebird

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