Faithful Fathers of Dependent Broods

Emily Dickinson (1896)

High from the earth I heard a bird;

He trod upon the trees

As he esteemed them trifles,

And then he spied a breeze,

And situated softly

Upon a pile of wind

Which in a perturbation

Nature had left behind.

A joyous-going fellow

I gathered from his talk,

Which both of benediction

And badinage partook,

Without apparent burden,

I learned, in leafy wood

He was the faithful father

Of a dependent brood;

And this untoward transport His remedy for care,—

A contrast to our respites.

How different we are!

Happy Father's Day to three of the most wonderful Dads a girl could know....I have learned from each of you....

Special love to you TWM!