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This poem was written when I was recovering from Lyme disease. I was looking out the window of a gym that were from floor to ceiling. A mother bird was trying to get her baby to fly that was struggling in the grass just outside the window. The event just seems so appropriate to all life. ~ Peace

Baby Bird

A calm summer breeze is the day,
and I will learn to fly this very day.

I get up and try and try,
for my mother is teaching me to fly.

Looking carefully at each movement she makes,
I will do whatever it takes.

You see, if I don't fly,
I will surely die,

and those are high stakes.

Edward J. Ebbs - August 27, 2002

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