Excerpts from The Downy Woodpecker, by John Burroughs
Downy came and dwelt with me,
Taught me hermit lore;
Drilled his cell in oaken tree
Near my cabin door.
Architect of his own home
In the forest dim,
Carving its inverted dome
In a dozy limb...
Waking up the frozen woods,
Shaking down the snows;
Many trees of many moods
Echo to his blows.
When the storms of winter rage,
Be it night or day,
Then I know my little page
Sleeps the time away...
We are neighbors well agreed
Of a common lot;
Peace and love our only creed
In this charm'd spot.
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