Warbled PartsA Poem by Paris HladeThe Warbled Partsf
But ask the
animals, and they will teach you, Or the
birds in the sky, and they will tell you, Or speak to
the earth, and it will teach you, Or let the
fish in the sea inform you " Which of
all these does not know That the
Lord has done this?
Job 12: 7-9
-P-
Where do birds
go when they fly? What trees are
their homes today? Do they live
from perch to perch? And could they
live another way?
They live in oak trees by the lake And elms that rise above the hill They sometimes wander far afield And always go what ways they will
Where do birds
go when they die? What takes up
their tiny souls? Do they find
their meaning in The act of
filling tiny holes?
Birds are the cursive in life’s book, The ink that makes a day seem true For they are scribbled words of God And warbled parts of me and you. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Added on January 23, 2023 Last Updated on January 23, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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