On the blue plains in wintry days <br /> The stately birds move in the dance. <br />Keen eyes have they, and quaint old ways <br />On the blue plains in wintry days. <br />The Wind, their unseen Piper, plays, <br /> They strut, salute, reatreat, advance; <br />On the blue plains, in wintry days, <br /> These stately birds move in the dance <br /><br /><br />John Shaw Neilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/native-companions-dancing/
