BLUE.
By Charles DeGarmo.
There's plentiful blue in the midst of the green;
For blue are the joys that chatter and preen;
The blue bells all nod and sway with the breeze;
Blue-tinged are the hills that border the scene,
And blue birds sing low of nests in the trees.
In the land of the North
When the bird's on the wing,
Then the blue in the woods