A certain traveller who knew many continents was asked what he found most remarkable of all. He replied the ubiquity of sparrows.
|Just a sparrow|
|Sparrows go cheep|
Wake me up with a familiar tune.
Tell me not of joy: there’s none. Now my little sparrows gone.
I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment while I was hoeing in a village garden and felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.
The genius of Harry Poole. More of Harry’s pictures.
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