I know not much of sparrow’s wings
I’ve never heard the song she sings
But as I peek through window blind
Her modest ways bring thought to mind.
This little bird without a care
Abides above, I know not where
Upon the limb of some tall tree
Beyond the sight and reach of me.
There’s not a day that passes by
That I don’t see an hundred fly
Across the fields and in the yard
Their homely wings all beating hard.
Oh,little bird, with heart intense
Within this world you’ve small defense
Your timid ways and lack of beauty
Spoil’d not your kindred sense of duty.
Do you know that I’ve looked outside
On days when other creatures hide
To find the perky sparrow knows
Where hides the smallest seed God grows.
While other birds do southward fly
When snowclouds start to rim the sky
Brave little soul, you do not flee
But winter here with frost and me.
Of all the wisdom time has brought
I’m grateful for this lesson taught
The one that most impresses me,
Dear bird survives with dignity.
Claire V. Bogdanos 