Changing Places
Through a school window,
I watched a bird fly.
It landed on the window sill,
and we stared, eye to eye.
I thought, Oh little bird,
change places with me.
You study geography
and I will fly free.
Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014
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