Morning BirdA Poem by Wren Ann Nicholsonpart two in my series of bird poems. The last one too.
Sweet little morning bird Flies the skies alone. Singing his song So far away from home. He is so blue He is so true Yet no one seems to love him Like he wants them too. Poor little blue bird Always sits alone Never really resting Never really home. Poor little blue bird Sing for me again. I will love you dearly I will be a friend. Sweet morning bird Forgotten by the world. Singing your song Hoping to be heard. © 2009 Wren Ann NicholsonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 12, 2009 AuthorWren Ann NicholsonWindsor , CAAboutAbout me? What can be said about me? I am Wren Nicholson- I come with free antibacterial handsoap that comes in three sents- Strawberry, Vanilla, and Peppermint. I stay around mostly every week till a.. more..Writing
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