Funny how you figure things out as time shapes true intentions.
So, so, funny how some think you're gullible because you have aged.
Funnier still that some think you buy their stories in all their glory.
Funniest of all, I figured it all out because of a little tweety bird and his pretty cage.
The footprints of an ant
as it trudges in the dust
The fluttering of leaves
stirred by a windy gust
A stratus cloud
silhouettes against the sky
There's a flock of coral red head brolgas
in casual formation as they fly
The stunning streak of rays
as the sunlight breaks the dawn
Signals that another magic day
once again has just been born
The billowing of large clouds
suggests an imminent storm
The arching of a rainbow
a constant structured coloured form
Ripples on the water
of a tiny bubbling stream
All these enchanting patterns of nature
mesmerised, time to rest, just daydream
A flock of birds, together they flew
Determined to carry a message to you
A hug in the air, for when you need it
A kiss under the sky where it is moonlit
Distance doesn't weaken its flight
From my heart to yours in the dark of night
The flock is close, all in sync right now
They'll be there soon sitting on a tree bough
Heidi Sands
3/3/26
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a flock of geese wearing Mafia sunglasses
swooped down, frightening me with threatening passes
They are after me because I am an outspoken wife
Sent by the king, one of them carried a paring knife
Problem is, I still think in the USA we should have freedom of speech
I have been encouraging the rest of the thinkers to try and impeach
Forgetting that these geese are Nazis, and it’s a monarchy, or course.
Coming after the intelligent speakers, and in full bullying force.
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
They, the flock of cockatoo
Living together, form a society
And crackling all time
Discussing things might
I cognize anything of that
What I do understand for sure
They, the highness, are proud
Of living in the trees, a tribe life
Or flying in the sky, cloud alike
They care me not for sure
Especially as to my thoughts
They,snobby,come to me
Not for what I said
But for whatever they can get
On the ground or in the air,
People flock from here to there
And if they walk or bike or drive,
Eventually they’ll arrive.
Their journeys may be short or long,
Their need to travel weak or strong,
Yet everybody on the move
Succumbs, somehow, to travel’s groove.
For if they didn’t need to be
En route, they’d linger comfortably
Close by or in the hugs of home,
To read a book or write a poem.
Like birds of a feather
That flock all together
Like the sifting sands of time
Cuz when we're together
We're safe from the weather
And the many hills we climb
Like snow on the heather
Enduring the weather
By the full moon's gentle light
We're bound by that weather
Our children together
Sleeping safely through the night
A BLUE FLOCK
this
early summer
morning
gives
flight to
a blue
flock
© 2025 Sara Etgen-Baker
The grass seems greener on the other side, so we sometimes forget that the Lord will provide. We step away from the safety we receive so we step into danger and then we start to grieve. The wolf hides among us and we naively don't see the snare, until we're caught up in the unknown trap, with no help anywhere. We're blessed to have a Shepard to leave the flock behind and go searching for the lost ones to rejoin the ninety-nine. Sometimes each of us stumbles and sometimes each of us strays, but our Shepard is a faithful one and seeks us out always. The grass seems oh so pleasant when we are not satisfied, when we're carried away by stubbornness and blinded by our pride. But the grass is never as good as we think, for it is all the same, and looks can be deceiving, it's part of life's cruel game. So let's stick close to our Shepard, contented and not stressed. We'll lie down in peace and comfort and in safety we will rest.
Dear flock of mine, how far you’ve strayed from me.
I find you here above this tranquil shore
where sunlight glitters down upon the sea.
How unconcerned you seem, and even more -
nearby a precipice some of you stand!
How sad would be your fate if you should fall.
Mere creatures though, you cannot understand
how very close to death you are at all
and there could be no blame I’d place on you.
Asleep was I, with no clue you had left.
I searched, not knowing more that I could do.
I’ve found you now. No more am I bereft!
On God’s sweet summer grass you graze. I weep
for joy to know I’ll lead you home, dear sheep.
A blanket of turquoise and sapphire blue;
cacophonous gray and white plumage sail.
Skimming along the sea’s light foamy hue;
a blanket of turquoise and sapphire blue.
Beauty in flight, soaring the sky’s vast view;
they flock together on a grander scale.
A blanket of turquoise and sapphire blue;
cacophonous gray and white plumage sail.
A blanket of turquoise and sapphire blue;
skimming along the sea’s light foamy hue.
Beauty in flight, soaring the sky’s vast view;
they flock together on a grander scale.
Cacophonous gray and white plumage sail;
ascending high on a heavenly trail.
You lead the park but scare no sheep,
An ewe went astray while you sleep,
Why weren't you on call round the clock?
To care for and protect the flock.
Your meow is just too soft a bleep,
No shepherd rules you could just keep.
How will you keep away the fox?
When your greed desires too the cocks.
The sadness you caused is too deep,
I will have to sell you off cheap.
You made my farm be on the rocks,
Sorrow is what you have in stocks.
You are proud to be a blacksheep,
Your joy is to see others weep.
At your foolishness, the dogs mock,
Who will wake me up from this shock?
a flock of geese honks
flying in blue skies above
slow busy traffic
Heidi Sands
9/17/24
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