Winging- a Duo-Rhyme
I feel so blessed to view the sky,
To watch God’s majestic birds fly;
To hear them wake, begin to sing,
Then leave their tree limbs on the wing.
As winter season turns to spring
Mating birds hunt for twigs and string
To build a nest for mothering.
Soon what joy little eggs will bring
When these new fledglings learn to fly
And leave their wing prints in the sky.
*The Duo-rhyme was created by the late Mary L. Ports
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2012
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