Oh Lord you've dipped your gilded pen of love
And brush-stroked all my earthly feathers
To glow like the golden sun above
Which shines through all kinds of weathers
I turn to mottled tan when cold prevails outside
South I go to flee the freezing air and sky
Southern climes do all my friends abide
Till earth doth warm and greener patches vye
On my return you gild me all anew
Brighter gold has no one seen
Than the flash that floats across your view
For you have made me luminate the scene
I thank you Lord for this green place,
The skies, and lakes, the rivers and every tree
But most of all, this human race
You made to care for birds like me
Written by David Warbritton in July 2022 expressly for friends and family. No reprinting without the exclusive permission of David L Warbritton.
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