Tuesday 15 December 2009

A touching Poem that I found on a blog by Coachdad

The free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wings in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with fearful trill
of the things unknown but longed for still
and is tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

3 comments:

  1. Hi Steve, thanks for coming by and following my blog. I guess for me life begins at 48, when the body is breaking down to bits. lol. Bless you

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  2. Hi Gaia,

    I'll look forward to 48 then. Life has sort of stood still since 40, maybe I'll get a kick start at 48, No bits have fallen off as yet though! :)

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  3. We all need followers to make what we write worthwhile :)

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