John E Stokes Poet Light Verse

Birds

Oh, those birds—there goes another one flying by
Wonder where he is going and why?

Of God’s creations, they are the luckiest in deed;
They can fly away whenever they need.

The birds are cast against canvasses of blue and gray,
Greens, yellows, reds, and the trees—a place to stay.

Oh, they are very active this morning bright!
They make eager noises like something is not right.

At least, it seems that way to me
But, I am not a bird; nor could I be.

But, you know I’d like to try on wings
And just fly away and do bird things.

Like being cast against canvasses of blue and gray,
Greens, yellows, reds, and the trees—my place to stay.

And someone as skillful as me
To write about me!

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