By Dave Coulter
A hedge of trees is all around;
The blackbird’s praise I shall not hide;
Above my book so smoothly lined
The birds are singing far and wide.
In a green cloak of bushy boughs
The cuckoo pipes his melodies –
Be good to me, God, on Judgment Day! –
How well I write beneath the trees!
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