The Bird

Soaring high, Up into the Limitless sky, A traveler, With its red feathers Exploded, into force, like An airborne ranger, enjoying Its freedom and it never Worries what to eat And, what to wear like a poet With his silvery quill, glowing Inside, his soul, yesterday….….....today Tomorrow and forever! A master, of his words His life, free to write And, never worries When to stop, nor To die, for his Poetry, will be Remembered By Someone