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In the Yard - Bowerbirds |
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Last night I dreamed we'd found a stand of trees |
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framing a pond and a field in between. |
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And with a hammer and a blade and our four hands, |
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here's what we made. |
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The logs we peeled and stacked in a ring, |
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and then we crowned it, our tiny house, with tin. |
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And by the fire, flickering bronze |
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and gold across your face, |
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I heard you say: |
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It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, |
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no river silver-backed crashing through, |
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but we have our black-haired babes running free |
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through the woods. |
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Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves, |
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red dirt neath our nails, orange stains on our knees, |
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blackberries in June down the path without our shoes. |
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It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, |
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no river silver-backed crashing through, |
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but we have our black-haired babes running free |
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through the woods |
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wooh wooh wooh |
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