That we'd have a home
Where cranes call and dance out front—
What a wondrous gift!
That they'd choose our yard
To open their wings and hop,
The cranes have blessed us.
That we'd have a home
Where cranes call and dance out front—
What a wondrous gift!
That they'd choose our yard
To open their wings and hop,
The cranes have blessed us.
A place for my poems 