Posted in Poetry by Margaret Longenecker Been, Redwing Blackbirds, Spring Poetry, The Wild Things, tagged Poetry by Margaret Longenecker Been, Poetry of Joy, Return of the redwings, Spring Poetry on March 29, 2011|
The Evangelist
Quagmired in stagnant bogs,
Eons old and motionless
The cattails stand where no wind blows
When—meadow born—a redwing lights
On solitary reed,
Proclaiming joyously the news!
“I HAVE BEEN FREEEEEEEEEED!”
Margaret Longenecker Been, ©1996
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