The Lessons of Birds

Birds flying in the breeze,
reaching the clouds with eaze.
I sit and dream of the bird's life,
thinking of the husband,child, and wife.

I watched a mother teach her little chicks to fly,
and saw them fall then soar through the sky.
I think of the way a mother tries to teach her kids to walk,
at first we fall but then we walk.

I watch the birds with envious eyes,
jealous of their freedoms, songs, flights, and flockly ties.
I cry for the chance tbe as free as a bird,
to come and go as I please.

I compare my life to the birds,
only to see that my heart is a bir in a cage.
I sit sadly on the ground with my thoughts,
crying fo a chance to get my emotions out of their rage.





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princessgenesis said...
Dec. 17, 2011 at 5:48 pm
I see where you were trying to go with this poem, but the spelling errors kind of threw me off.
 
lilmissnicegirl replied...
Dec. 22, 2011 at 6:24 pm
Well its good to know that someone gets where I was going with it. and sorry about that. I don't think to spell check stuff like I should.
 
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