The Birdhouse
This structure was special!
Her father built it;
but ne'er was it raised up!
Inside, it did sit!
It long was forgotten;
no life and no soul.
But now it stood, proudly
atop the high pole.
One day it was lifeless.
To change that, we vowed!
Together, we raised it.
When done, we were proud.
So, sometimes what's present
seems final and set.
But though shelved and dusty,
there's hope for it yet.
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