From maple woods to olive groves Birds on Hikes and Walks
From maple woods to olive groves by Abe Sanoja They flit and flutter, flash and pose Macaws red, green, blue, yellow with wicked eyes, Hummingbirds in jeweled disguise. They sing at dawn, a gentle trill, Or shout at dusk from windowsill. One whistles sharp, the other coos, In languages of morning hues. A jay may joke, a magpie scheme, Some chase the wind, some chase a dream. In Paris parks or Chilean trees, They dance with light, they tease the breeze. So full of wit, of grace, of cheer, Each feathered laugh rings bright and clear. From Andes peaks to English lane, ...