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Band of Birds

Early one morning as I stood in my yard, I heard a familiar sound coming from afar, As the sound became louder I could see A band of birds flying in the form of a V, I wondered where they were going So early in the morning, As they flew overhead without giving a warning, And as their waning formation flew off in the distance, I wondered where they were going to sustain their existence, I thought it would be nice to live free as a bird, To go where you please didn't seem so absurd.

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Dean Wood

Date: 9/9/2017 12:01:00 AM

What a fun observation and musing Don. I enjoy watching the birds. I don't have a lot of variety in my area so I try to learn all about the ones around me.

Debbie Duncan

Date: 8/26/2017 9:20:00 PM

Thought I'd check your first poem out. Sometimes I think of being free as a bird too. And I think of other larger birds eating them :)

Old Buck

Date: 8/23/2017 7:13:00 PM

Don: I ran a not for profit bird seed delivery service for several years. Elderly and shut-ins. Saved them a lot of money over buying in smaller quantities in the store. Too many folks start feeding in the fall when it's easy to get outside. Winter's ice comes and folks stay inside. That's when you wouldn't want to be a bird. :o) Thanks for sharing with all of us on the soup. Keep them coming. oldbuck

Frances Schiavina

Date: 7/20/2017 9:57:00 AM

Wonderful! Keep writing and please also comment on my poetry. Thank you.