All up and down the Boulevard
And in and out the hedges
The thrushes vow their sweetest vows
The sparrows pledge their pledges,
And high above the chimney-tops,
Among the pine cones swinging,
The mockingbird who sang all night
Is still awake and singing.

Well, I may yet see forty springs
Before my springs are over,
But many a dove with rosy feet
Will sidle through the clover
And many a redbird guard his nest
In cedar-green abysses
Before I see another day
As beautiful as this.

                        Vivian Smallwood - "Window to the South"
* - Mobile, Alabama