Once with Nellie Ida one magpie day - we're walking the mud road together. I'm wishing the yellow bonnet of sun would stay on the day's head. And while I'm walking, I'm listening to the song she sings. And I pretend I'm holding her hand. I'm leading her past the green uprisings of grass. I'm trying to make the day last. I'm holding springtime in my hand, and summer, an unheard, unseen bird. hasn't got wings yet; hasn't discovered its song.