i walked along the meadow and sat beneath a tree
there upon its branches a meadow lark sang to me
singing out his song to his lovely tune
it almost made me cry as he began to croon
every note in tune every note in key
such a lovely song with a lovely melody
when he finished singing. in to the sky he flew
hi up in the air in the sky so blue
i wont forget the song that he sang to me
such a lovely tune with a lovely melody
singing loud and clear from the branches of tree
in my mind for ever his song will always be
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jim56 (
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The meadow lark a memory from my childhood is nostalgic and now a ghost that I haven't heard in year echoes in my memory as clear as when I was young. A distinctive song not chirp that has its own melody. Lovely and a fave thank you Jim for reminding me.
hi thanks for always lovely comment
means a lot hope you liked video jim
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