Little Bird [Original Poem]

Your delicate wings, light and soft
Flutter as you pass in the breeze.
The swoop of your dive, and the graceful glides
give the appearance of endless freedom and uncomplicated ease.

Against the wide expanse of turquoise sky
You dart and sway
and seem like a loose paper blown in the wind,
skidding madly through the streets on a winter frozen day.

Who is your pilot?
Who guides the direction you seem so well to know?
Who wrote your whistling happy melody
and to whom does it sweet and peaceful message go?

Oh little bird teach me your song
and tell me where your secret lies
so that I too may leave this ground and spread my wings
and know the joy and freedom of the skies

Little Bird [Original Poem]

Jane Neill-Hancock

Wayne, United States

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I honestly do not remember when I wrote this – I am guessing some time perhaps in the 1980s. I remember sitting on a cold winter day and watching a little bird outside, and the words came to me to express my thoughts and feelings at that time.

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