Daily Prompt
The pups and I had all kinds of feathered company on our walk this morning. Put me in mind of one of my mama’s favorite poets, John Greenleaf Whittier:
from “What the Birds Said”
“The birds against the April wind
Flew northward, singing as they flew;
They sang, “The land we leave behind
Has swords for corn-blades, blood for dew.”
Make art about birds, about flying, about flight, about what the birds said.
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