| I wrote this a couple of years ago. It is the way I feel when I see the first martin of the season. Thought I would share this with all here especially the more northern people that are still putting up with Old Man Winter's wicked ways worse than here in western Ky...Purple Martins are so cool in every way and they truly are like the swallows of Capistrano here in the East...Mike
The Early March Morn
by Bluesman
The early March morn dawns cold and clear
But all creatures sense it, a big change is near
No longer will snow and ice dominate the scene
For it is now old and rotting as the water is set free!!
The daffodils smile as the warm sun burns,
The yellow petals exclaim, now it is our turn!
Honeybees buzz, woodpeckers drum
Waiting for the answer soon to come from above.
The Robin sings softly still not quite sure
Is it all over? Will the warmth endure?
All birds go silent as the clouds roll back in
For still no answer from a long awaited friend.
As the cold rain begins to fall hope seems to fade
Where is the Master?Will we see him today?
When all of a sudden the lightning bolt strikes!!
The steel blue flashes!! Oh the blinding light!!
From the hand of God he pours out his love
The land is renewed by this King high up above!
All creatures rejoice and they welcome him home
For he is the Harbinger,they have waited so long!
More powerful than the sunshine he melts the remaining snow
He will not be upstaged!! This is his amazing show!!
Diving faster than lightning he surveys all he creates
He is the awaited one, now all can come and play!
The Robin sings loudly! The Bluebird’s heart jumps in his chest!
He zooms down in between them, He is simply the BEST!
He circles out wide and once again ascends
He grabs another piece of heaven and brings it back down to his friends!!
His hot steel feathers burn away the cold,cold rain
Upon his perch he preaches and he ends all their pain!
For he is the Master, He alone commands the scene
He kicks open the door!! He is Full Blown Spring!!!
Bluesman 2006
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