Little Sparrow
Here lay a little sparrow struck down in the summer of her life!
Though most of the time spent this earth for her was free of strife.
Little sparrow flew into our yard for a few seeds just as a block of wood I tossed,
now I begin to count the precious life it cost!
Here lay little sparrow dead the block of wood that I had tossed did strike her tiny head!
It happened back in 84 now blocks of wood I toss no more!
I put her in a tiny box and made a marker for her grave,
And I must say I shed a tear for precious little sparrow.
By Winston
