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Song of the Whippoorwills
by
Charilette Rai Sweeney
Mother loved the whippoorwills, oh how she loved to hear them sing
Heralding the twilight and the stars their song would bring
Their song brought back pleasant memories of childhood dreams gone by
"My father's farm - my mother's smile," she spoke softly with a sigh
The trees have since burst into flames of color now that autumn time is here
In the changing of the seasons the Hand of God is evident when it's near
And I have listened all throughout the night from the twilight unto the dawn
It all seems rather curious but, like mother, the songbirds are now gone
Yes, Mother loved the whippoorwills, how she loved to hear them sing
Heralding the twilight and the stars their song would bring
Their song brought back pleasant memories of childhood dreams gone by
Now I too love the whippoorwills and their haunting, lonesome cry
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