A TINY BIRDS LOVE CHIRPA Poem by POEWHIT
From this nest nestled high.
Nature once again did sigh. Born from rituals, of ancient past. A tiny bird, with life's love fast. Growing with bugs and worms. Spreading wings, that fly and squirm. One day the boldness of flight. Out on a limb, with shuddering fright. Gods winds being just right. A fall to the ground, life's new plights. Hiding waiting growing strong. One day a commotion, upward to flights song. 2007 from 8HOP.com POEWHIT JESUS SAVES © 2012 POEWHIT |
AuthorPOEWHITNew York City, NYAboutBeen writing since the Viet Nam war. Write poetry online. Have three chap books and two short books self published. more..Writing
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