To build a place to call my own
A home as by me envisioned
My own hands to craft the frame
And its details of my own imagination
How diligently the song bird
With a twig within its beak
Goes to fashion a haven for its eggs
And a place for the night to sleep
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
Your poem is a lovely reminder of spring nest-building and the way we used to build our own homes, long before companies took over and everything was built uniformly. It is so much nicer to live in something we have designed ourselves, that has traces of our blood, sweat and tears, that make it unique.
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Delightful use of the prompt! Bravo!
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We all fashion our own nest I feel Padre, to shelter and protect our heart, and those we love.
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