In homage to a Finch, whose song laid bare
What blind and frightened ignorance allows
And showed a nation what it means to care.
To hold for truth against a steady tide
Of power, wealth, and privilege misplaced
Takes lights which burn with humble, honest pride
And blaze the path our forebears first embraced.
Through children's eyes your song of Robin's son
With righteous breast red-stained aroused our heart.
Proud daughter of the house of Arlington,
Our children live indebted to your art.
This day Ms. Harper Lee turned eighty-three
Live long, sweet voice of ornithology.
George A. Denino
April 28, 2009
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