I heard two
Sparrows talking this morning,
Sitting on the wire outside my window.
It seems they were having a quarrel
Over something a Blue Jay had said.
"He told us last week it was Springtime," Said
one,
"And you know what happened then.
The sky grew gray and cloudy,
And the days became winter again."
"True," said the other agreeably,
"But I heard from the Mockingbird this week,
And the Mockingbird said in a Robin's voice
Spring is definitely here THIS week."
The Sparrows got loud in their discussion,
And it seemed other birds joined in.
After all, a talk about Spring is serious,
For that is when new life begins.
"Well, I don't know," said doubting Sparrow,
"When I see Spring come I'll believe it."
"But you can't see Spring," said the other.
"You taste it, and smell it, and feel it."
As they continued their chatter
The sun very slowly did rise.
It sprinkled the hills and the valleys
With a warmth that was too hard to hide.
Doubting Sparrow looked over his left wing,
And his face was full of surprise.
"What's that?" He asked very bluntly.
"That's Spring," said the other, shading his
eyes.
"But you said you couldn't see Spring!"
"Now I see I was wrong!"
And as the sun burst down fuller,
The two believing Sparrows burst into song!
Jane Ellen Slone ©
Revised 5-9-08
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