Mom read the one stanza of The Woodpecker that I had posted,
and talked to Aunt Patty, who then found it for me -- on google, I think.
So, here it is... it makes me smile because I can remember Gram reciting it...
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.
One day as I watched he poked out this head
He had on a hood and a collar of red.
When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the flashes of lightening go streaking by
And the big, big wheels of thunder roll
He can snuggle back in his telephone pole.
-- by Elizabeth Madox Roberts