[00:00.40]In the Yard - Bowerbirds
[00:11.13]Last night I dreamed we'd found a stand of trees
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[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.
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[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.
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[00:46.11]And by the fire, flickering bronze
[00:48.83]and gold across your face,
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[00:53.23]I heard you say:
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[00:58.74]It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks,
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[01:07.04]no river silver-backed crashing through,
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[01:15.49]but we have our black-haired babes running free
[01:20.15]through the woods.
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[01:52.94]Squirrels in the rafters, wrens in the eaves,
[01:58.06]red dirt neath our nails, orange stains on our knees,
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[02:04.01]blackberries in June down the path without our shoes.
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[02:16.14]It may not be a grand parade of snow capped peaks,
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[02:24.17]no river silver-backed crashing through,
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[02:32.91]but we have our black-haired babes running free
[02:37.45]through the woods
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[02:43.29]wooh wooh wooh
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