When maple orchards towered aloft,
And spicewood bushes spread below,
Where skies were blue, and winds were soft,
I could but go —
For, opening through a wildering haze,
Appeared my restless childhood's days;
And truant feet and loitering mood
Soon found me in the same old wood
(Illusion's hour but seldom brings
So much the very form of things)
Where first I sought, and saw, and heard
The cardinal bird.
~William Davis Gallagher
I watched her as she
built her nest, flying off and
back to my favorite tree.
Three little eggs she
hatched and raised and
I with a front row view.