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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY CHICKADEE, by EVA T. GUILD First Line: From out in the pines under my window Last Line: Of how much more value are ye than they? Subject(s): Birds | |||
From out in the pines under my window A dear little voice is calling to me. A fluffy ball of black and gray feathers And eyes that shine, is all that I can see. The wind blows cold. The snow is falling. The summer birds have all gone away. "I am chick-a-dee-dee; I am out in this tree," I think this is what he is meaning to say. Chick-a-dee-dee, Chick-a-dee-dee. No matter how hard the wind may blow, I will be near, just out in this tree, Here under your window you may know. Chick-a-dee-dee, I will stay with thee; Hungry and cold I will not despair, For my Heavenly Father watches o'er me, And I am safe when under His care. Stay with me always, dear little fellow, Remind me again of that story of old -- How a sparrow falls not without His notice, Although five birds for two farthings are sold -- How the ravens have no barn nor storehouse -- The lilies are clothed with gorgeous array -- He feedeth the birds and cares for the lilies -- Of how much more value are ye than they? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER GLIMPSES OF THE BIRDS by JOHN HOLLANDER AUDUBON EXAMINES A BITTERN by ANDREW HUDGINS DISPATCHES FROM DEVEREUX SLOUGH by MARK JARMAN A COUNTRY LIFE by RANDALL JARRELL CANADIAN WARBLER by GALWAY KINNELL YELLOW BIRD by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CRIPPLE by KARLE WILSON BAKER TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE |
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