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FISHING TIME
I hear the music of the crow
In yonder swinging pine,
The melody is somewhat crude.
But still Spring’s welcome sign;
The fat and perky robin sings
From early morn till night;
The blackbird in the willow pours
A song of rare delight;
The perch and bass are calling me
To seek a sunny nook–
I’ll take my pipe and fishing-rod
And steal down to the brook.
How sweet the sun is shining now,
Spring’s blue is in the air,
The flowers just touch the velvet green,
In clusters here and there;
There’s beauty rare in every leaf
That whispers in the breeze,
And something magic in the life
That wakens in the trees
The perch and bass are calling me
To seek a sunny nook–
I’ll take my pipe and fishing-rod,
And steal down to the brook.
Canada First and Other Poems
1920 Canada First and Other Poems By James A. Ross
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