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Anonymous Praise
Who placed these boxes along the road
Is probably someone I shall never know.
His ego was so much controlled,
No need for an "erected by so and so."

Since they didn't leave a single trace
Of their identity in the human race;
It leaves me to speculate,
A man? a woman? Or associates?

Let's leave the gender and call him He,
The importance is not in identity;
And applaud his serendipity
For adding awe for these who see.

Blue Bird Boxes along the parkway,
Placed intermittently for a long, long way.
In his studious task to speculate,
He found the right one to brighten our day.

I'll bet I would like this man,
His intellectual and philosophic span;
For a greater purpose he assumes he can
Place Blue Bird Boxes on highway land.

He could probably quote from THE BOOK
About the sparrow not being overlooked.
For a preacher - he would not be mistook,
Maybe the Philosopher in West-Running Brook.

As I follow his boxes mile after mile,
I picture a man absent of guile;
Gently taping his hammer - tap, tap, so mild,
Admiring his work with a satisfying smile.

Nests abuilding on a warm spring day,
Something to look to; to shorten my way.
"Thank you my friend" I would like to say;
To my unidentified friend, my anonymous praise.

-PAT R. BELL