In the Yard-Bowerbirds

[00:00.40]In the Yard - Bowerbirds [00:11.13]Last night I dreamed we'd found a stand of trees [00:15.88] [00:16.64]framing a pond and a field in between. [00:22.49]And with a hammer and a blade and our four hands, [00:26.48]here's what we made. [00:27.73] [00:34.98]The logs we peeled and stacked in a ring, [00:40.72]and then we crowned it, our tiny house, with tin. [00:45.59] [00:46.11]And by the fire, flickering bronze [00:48.83]and gold across your face, [00:51.74] [00:53.23]I heard you say: [00:54.38] [00:58.74]It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, [01:04.38] [01:07.04]no river silver-backed crashing through, [01:11.26] [01:15.49]but we have our black-haired babes running free [01:20.15]through the woods. [01:21.14] [01:52.94]Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves, [01:58.06]red dirt neath our nails, orange stains on our knees, [02:02.97] [02:04.01]blackberries in June down the path without our shoes. [02:09.52] [02:16.14]It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks, [02:21.52] [02:24.17]no river silver-backed crashing through, [02:28.79] [02:32.91]but we have our black-haired babes running free [02:37.45]through the woods [02:39.23] [02:43.29]wooh wooh wooh [02:58.09]