Bluebird

The little bluebird is still there helping with prayers. It has been years since I made this trek and it is a bit of a sacred tradition.

Song
 by
William Allingham
    O spirit of the Summertime!
        Bring back the roses to the dells;
    The swallow from her distant clime,
        The honey-bee from drowsy cells.
    Bring back the friendship of the sun;
        The gilded evenings, calm and late,
   When merry children homeward run,
        And peeping stars bid lovers wait.
    Bring back the singing; and the scent
        Of meadowlands at dewy prime;—
   Oh, bring again my heart's content,
        Thou Spirit of the Summertime !