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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419187" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Downy Woodpecker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downy came and dwelt with me,<br>Taught me hermit lore;<br>Drilled his cell in oaken tree<br>Near my cabin door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Architect of his own home<br>In the forest dim,<br>Carving its inverted dome<br>In a dozy limb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carved it deep and shaped it true<br>With his little bill;<br>Took no thought about the view,<br>Whether dale or hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shook the chips upon the ground,<br>Careless who might see.<br>Hark! his hatchet's muffled sound<br>Hewing in the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round his door as compass-mark,<br>True and smooth his wall;<br>Just a shadow on the bark<br>Points you to his hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downy leads a hermit life<br>All the winter through;<br>Free his days from jar and strife,<br>And his cares are few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waking up the frozen woods,<br>Shaking down the snows;<br>Many trees of many moods<br>Echo to his blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the storms of winter rage,<br>Be it night or day,<br>Then I know my little page<br>Sleeps the time away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downy's stores are in the trees,<br>Egg and ant and grub;<br>Juicy tidbits, rich as cheese,<br>Hid in stump and stub.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rat-tat-tat his chisel goes,<br>Cutting out his prey;<br>Every boring insect knows<br>When he comes its way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Always rapping at their doors,<br>Never welcome he;<br>All his kind, they vote, are bores,<br>Whom they dread to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does Downy live alone<br>In his snug retreat?<br>Has he found that near the bone<br>Is the sweetest meat?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Birdie craved another fate<br>When the spring had come;<br>Advertised him for a mate<br>On his dry-limb drum.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drummed her up and drew her near,<br>In the April morn,<br>Till she owned him for her dear<br>In his state forlorn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now he shirks all family cares,<br>This I must confess;<br>Quite absorbed in self affairs<br>In the season's stress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are neighbors well agreed<br>Of a common lot;<br>Peace and love our only creed<br>In this charmèd spot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Burroughs">John Burroughs</a><div class=q>
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Taught me hermit lore;
Drilled his cell in oaken tree
Near my cabin door.

Architect of his own home
In the forest dim,
Carving its inverted dome
In a dozy limb.

Carved it deep and shaped it true
With his little bill..."></div>
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