A POEM A DAY - THE SPARROW FLOWN



This little bird is one of the treasures I bought home to Spain after selling our parents house, our family home. He once lived by the front door, watching over the pocket front garden as children walked past to school, slowing to wobble on the low garden wall. Now the bird seems at home on our patio wall, amongst the geraniums.




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