Wandering Birds
Wandering birds like you and I,
not minding much where they may roam.
They soar so high on a clear blue sky;
They soar through wind and against the storm.
Like pilgrims on a gloomy day
that brave the wind and sand of dune,
they soar even when the sky is gray
while blowing out their fabled tune.
To the eye of storm, some fly straight
to break the wind's intensity.
On cloudless day, they congregate,
to sing their song of liberty.
March 25, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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