A GANG OF JACKDAWSA Poem by Phil Roberts
When he was young he flew
With a gang of jackdaws Who had empty hearts And huge appetites Without mercy or remorse They stripped their world Of all that they wanted But it felt wrong to him He had been brought up Amongst jackdaws and crows But it never felt right to him And in the end He grew to be a different bird And left the jackdaws behind As he flew higher and farther away And learned By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on May 17, 2016 Last Updated on May 17, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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