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In my Spring digging, the fight with the weeds that have grown since last summer and in my tentative approach to beginning life with a better relationship to my "inner" self this year, I have had a blackbird companion with a broken wing. He has been there daily, watching me, waiting for worms. Because of his jutting feathers, he is discernable from all other birds of the same species who visit the garden. He has become very special to me and I felt he deserved a song. The poem quoted in the song is David Wagoner's Lost, which has spoken to me such a lot recently.(http://www.panhala.net/Archive/Lost.html) I am not lost: I am in a place I can find again, called "Here".
Blackbird in my garden
Known to me by his wing
One drops down on the right side
This never stops him when he sings.
See you out there
Watch my spade from the air
Oh, little bird of this Spring
Come cheer my heart full when you sing
Little wounded bird oh your wing
It stands out, though you boldly sing
You're a damaged soul like me
Yet you sing: oh, so wildly!
And you know this place called home.
Blackbird oh your wing
The damage there, though you sing
You kept me sane with your own way
My companion through this day.