Here’s a New Year’s poem written by an Oregon poet:

new year’s dawn

The bird bath is frozen,
the sky is
garbage can gray.

At the feeder, nothing but
chickadees, sparrows,
a meddlesome jay,

boring birds
relentlessly pecking
at my heart.

Therefore
against all hope
I devote this year

to Prosperity

for the smallest
of the small

for the plainest
organs of the planet

for all those almost
inaudible songs.

—Charles Goodrich
1 January 2011

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Awesome poem.
Thanks, Charles.
Anita and Jim

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