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@Dakota: I haven’t done a poem in some time, but I’ve recently came up with one now. Name of poem: A Wandering Cardinal.

 

A cardinal flew the woodlands,

Red and beloved and dear

While the children threw hands

Into the air, straining to hear

The bird’s song, glidin’ the lands,

Eyes scanning it quite clear.

 

With the weather crisp in snowy air,

The tree’s bark a brownish gray,

The waters frozen like mirrors,

The blue, blue sky sent a ray

Down on the cardinal in the air

As it flew the snowy day.

 

Surrounded in pale, pale snow,

With a large nest in the tree,

The cardinal all red, bowed

His kingly red crest in glee,

And hopped to the air, now,

Wanderin’ the snowy woodlands.