The Redwing Blackbird Sings

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
March/April 2008

By Nina Wilson

In the morning
I wake up
At six-fifteen
Much too early
Hair is combed
Teeth are brushed
Breakfast is had
One day being like another
But
On my way to the bus stop
A redwing blackbird sings
Doo-Dee-oo!
Time stops
But my feet still move
It is March
The air has a fresh rainy smell
The redwing blackbird
Sings again
Doo-Dee-oo!
I am at the bus stop
The bus pulls up
And time starts again

The Redwing Blackbird Sings Nina Wilson

Nina Wilson, 10
Grayslake, Illinois

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