iwnkina.
king

I hear the blackbirds singing ;

.The leaves upon the tree

Stand still awhile to listen,

Then clap their hands in glee.

 

 

1 think thé birds are
happy

Because the grass is
green,

Now all the rain is
over

That's made the leaves
so clean.

They sparkle in the
sunshine,

And all the air is
sweet

With flowers, whose
fresh lips open,

The sun’s warm kiss
to meet.

Helen Marion
Burnside.