The Mysterious Spring

by

SONGS OF THE RED WINGED BLACKBIRD

My name is Chantilus.

I am a red winged blackbird

You have seen me on a cattail in a slough

Or fences where prarie marsh greenery grew

You can tell my song by its distinctive trill

Every trill is a memory of my travels, a song

Of my wanderlust, of enchantment, and joy!

And sometimes,I'm afraid, yes, even sorrow!

A fire within me seems to feed on itself:

A marvelous instrument for the transformation

Of energy, which I need for flying, singing;

I get great energy from a few little things

If you could hold me in your hands I would feel

very warm to you, especially on a cold day!

Song # 1 ---"The Mysterious Spring"

Once on a fly-over of Rogersville, Tennessee

I visited the fabled spring that ebbs and flows

It seems odd how every few minutes it flows:

And then for an equal amount of time, it stops.

The most brilliant minds in the world

Cannot explain why it should do this

None know for sure the mysterious secret

Of the spring's spirit that ebbs and flows

But I remember hearing how in days of old:

A native princess fell in love with a youth

Who was a warrior of an enemy tribe:

And on the banks of the spring, they met,

and surrendered to the awful fires of love

For it is said we do not choose who we love

Her jealous admirer found them and slew them

In each other's arms, and the poor spring,

Missing them, records their last heart beats.

Its water is sweet and clear!

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by: Paul Curtis
from: Woking, England, UK

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