The First Bluebird

I remember the first time I saw a bluebird. I was in a new nature park and I saw this bright blue color flash off to my right. It landed in the tree closest to me so I lifted my camera to try and get a picture. At that moment the bluebird leaped into the air and flew away. I didn't get the picture, but I'll always remember my first bluebird.


The First Bluebird
by James Whitcomb Riley, 1849-1916

Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
And dribble! drip! and blow!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then
Some more rain and snow!

This morning I was 'most afeard
To wake up when, I jing!
I seen the sun shine out and heerd
The first bluebird of Spring!

Mother she'd raised the winder some;
And in acrost the orchurd come,
Soft as a angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet fer anything!

The winter's shroud was rent a-part
The sun bust forth in glee,
And when that bluebird sung, my hart
Hopped out o' bed with me!