The Pigeon Way
Way up high,
In the sky,
Pigeon are there;
In the air.
Headed right to,
The man who,
Whistles for them;
To approach him,
For the seed,
They will need.
Early each day,
On their way,
Where pigeon go?
I don't know,
All over town,
On the ground;
Or flying high,
Across the sky,
Enjoying their day;
The Pigeon Way.
Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007
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