A Sparrow Along the Path
A welcome song sprang through the woods,
Darting through branches budding.
It made a pass
Along the grass,
And over the river running.
It trilled so sweetly,
Mildly, to greet me,
As I walked among the fallen leaves,
Laid out like crisp, brown paper,
A contrast to fresh green.
The path it laid before me;
I followed in its wake.
I chased the song
Leading me along,
Up to the riverbank.
I spied him rushing through misty air,
Weaving through branches bright.
He made an arc
Past shadows dark,
Then mingled with sunlight.
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Kelsey
This poem reminds me of the scene in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when they all first enter Narnia and are following the bird to the Beaver’s home. Very pretty sis! 🙂
Hannah
Thanks sis! Now that you say that about the bird from Narnia, I think you are right. I love that scene!