There are all kinds of birds around our place. Our home is unofficially in the middle of the west florida nature preserve and our neighbors have bird feeders that attracts all kinds of little twittering birds. The squirrels also seem to like the feeder! Daddy brought me home a book from work called "Birds of Florida" and mommy and I look at the birds and try to guess which kind they are from the book. Here's a poem from the book. Can you guess the author?
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight
the waterMirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished ,All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes
when I awake some day
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