A(nother) Dicky-bird in February!!

I heard TWO Dicky-birds today!!  They were singing their little hearts out!

A Lesson From a Dicky-bird

The snow was deep and the winter air

            was bitter and cold that day,

But the Dicky-bird sang as if instead

            ‘twas a sun-filled day in May.

I watched him and wondered if I would be

            singing of flowers and bees,

If I was the little Dicky-bird

            and the Dicky-bird was me.    

He trilled and chortled though the skies were gray

            And the icy wind blew cold,

The snow lay in piles ‘round his Maple tree

            But he sang so brave and bold.

I thought how I would fuss and complain

            As unhappy as can be,

If I was the little Dicky-bird

            And the Dicky-bird was me.

                       

The Dicky-bird sings with a thankful heart,

            I’ve much to be thankful for!

His Creator has given him this day to live,

            My Savior’s done so much more!

So I’ve learned in every season of life

            To live as contentedly,

If I was the little Dicky-bird

            And the Dicky-bird was me.

~ FAS

A Dicky-Bird in February

I heard a Dicky-bird today!!!   The sound always brings such joy to this month.

A Dicky-Bird in February

                                                            

A Dicky-bird sat in the Cherry tree,

one damp and dreary day.

Singing a song to the coming Spring,

and a song to brighten the way.

He twittered and warbled with hardly a care

for the piles of snow or the cloudy sky.

He carried Spring in that brave little breast

and sang, though the sun would hide.

He sang of the balmy breeze from the South,

of the swollen green buds on the trees,

and the melody of the waters' voice

when the brooks and rivers flow free.

He bubbled and chortled in highest glee

as he told of the first Spring flowers,

cheering the world with their brilliant hues

and bathing in sweet Spring-time showers.

He sang to his wife, in her sweet modest dress,

of the babies they'd raise in the Spring.

Of the bounty of insects to feed to their young,

and of teaching to fly and to sing.

He sang with such sweetness, and gusto and joy,

with his head tilted back and his beak in the air.

He gave thanks to his Maker, Creator and God,

As he sang that most beautiful prayer.  

~ FAS