Frank Oliver Call

Birds by Frank Oliver Call

I lie beneath a dark green pine Where sunbeams scarcely ever shine, And if I’m still as still can be Shy forest birds come down to me. Brown thrushes run along the ground, Goldfinches flit without a sound, And humming-birds with ruby throats Alight to smooth their emerald coats. And when some day alone I …

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