 Wood Thrush Song Henry David Thoreau: Whenever a man hears it he is young, and Nature is in her spring; wherever he hears it, it is a new world and a free country, and the gates of Heaven are not shut against him. John Greenleaf Whittier And where the shadows deepest fell The wood-thrush rang his silver bell. |
Sunday, May 6, 2012
wood thrush more heard than seen
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