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Bird's Nest in an Old Brown BowlWell, I got a call from mamato come home after many yearsthat night I sat on her backporchwith a pretzel bowl and some beerI drank up and my mind driftedto why I was back in that townI woke up with morning in my eyesand next to my beercans I founda bird's nest in an old brown bowlshelter for the weary of wingcos after the darkest of seasonslight will sprout with the Springso when night feels long and coldif faith is your seed then all you needis a bird's nest in an old brown bowlwell, I looked across the valleythinking of that lonesome birdand how my father's old farmhousewas nestled in the lowland dirthow I left him right at harvestfor a shrimp boat near Baton Rougeand picturing those cold mem'riesthat house felt like a warm refugeand a bird's nest in an old brown bowlshelter for the weary of wingafter the darkest of seasonslight will sprout with the Springso when night feels long and coldif faith is your seed then all you needis a bird's nest in an old brown bowlmama and I stood at the gravesiteI searched my heart for soothing wordsI quoted preachers and scripturebut hopelessness was all she heardmy own echo sounded hollowand echoes just do what they're toldbut Mom stopped her weepin' when I said dad's just asleep ina bird's nest in an old brown bowl(c)2006 Robert George