Red-Wing Black Bird

That black bird’s call;
takes me to the lake I know.
From way back, the Red wing goes,
to the waters of old.

That Red wing cries,
from the Cattail waves.
While the water laps,
on the boat’s sides.

Those lazy days,
of sparkling joy.
When the wind gently blew,
and the spirit went away.

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