Winging- a Duo-rhyme

Written by: Connie Marcum Wong

I feel so blessed to view the sky,
To watch God’s majestic birds fly;
     To hear them wake, begin to sing,
     Then leave their tree limbs on the wing.
     As winter season turns to spring
     Mating birds hunt for twigs and string
     To build a nest for mothering.
     Soon what joy little eggs will bring
When these new fledglings learn to fly
And leave their wing prints in the sky.


*The Duo-rhyme was created by the late Mary L. Ports