Streamside Exchange: Poem by J.P. Clark

 

CHILD

   River bird, river bird.

   Sitting all day long

   On hook over grass,

   River bird, river bird.

   Sing to me a song

   Of all that pass

   And say,

   Will mother come back today?

  BIRD

   You cannot know

   And should not bother;

   Tide and market come and go

    And so shall your mother.