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Every Other DayWhere I lived long ago In Australia was in drought~ And a whole family of tiny finch Would wait for me to there come out~ As I walked into the garden They'd watch me then to see~ If I went to the garden hose wheel And then they'd fly down not far from me~ They'd jump around and flutter so To show me they were there~ Mum and dad and younger ones All playing as they fluttered in the air~ I'd turn on my garden hose Always in the late still daylight cool~ As that way the plants stay damp And I'd always make a little pool~ But no they did not want the pool They wanted so my spray~ And in the finest water sprayed There they would all join in play~ Their colors all lovelier when wet They knew I'd keep it soft for them~ And every single time I'd water my plants They were all there once ag'en~ I miss those little birds I do I hope the people that are there now~ Do love those little finches so I hope that they do and how~ I watched in all threee generation there All adopt the same water garden show~ Every second day on time Under my garden hose spray they loved so~ Terrence Michael Sutton Copyright 2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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