Migrate Poems - Poems about Migrate

Fly, bird, why don't you fly away? And the bird still stays Even though it knows its a bad place to be The bird's stuck there Because its the only place it knows where to go The only place it'll call home And it knows there's somewhere It can go and be safe And the bird will like it But it can't. It wonders what...

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Bird on warm island. It is time to migrate north. Bird thinks, "Why bother?:...

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This was not my imagination For I was alert and sober, When I witnessed an odd migration At midday, in early October A dying leaf held me in it's spell Tumbling passed limbs and bark, Twisting and turning as it fell And transforming into a monarch Emerged a newborn butterfly Just before it hit the ground, Taking wing...

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summer residence across Canada border~ bald eagle's timeshare AP: Honorable Mention 2020 posted on August 6, 2018...

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One afternoon fatigued I fell asleep and dreamed of wings, since then i have been migrating. In my gamble of life I have wagered my happiness, and lost my path. As a bird bid farewell to the leaves, falling to the Autumn breeze. Stretching its own wings to a new shelter beyond the seas. will it fare well among the trees? or the nest...

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To Miami Must Migrate To Miami people must have to migrate Then stand in line while they will wait One had been riding on a brown horse We noticed was completely off course. Migrants were caught betwixt and between Bring both passport and card that is green And they become annoyed and exploded Passport and...

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To Miami Must Migrate To Miami people must have to migrate Then stand in line while they will wait One had been riding on a brown horse We noticed was completely off course. Migrants were caught betwixt and between Bring both passport and card that is green And they become annoyed and exploded Passport and green card had been voided. Parents brought daughter who...

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In May—When The Nomads Migrate To The Forest-side Meadows ========================================= Give him, a glutton, Excessive doze of the drink— An ancient Arabian queen would give his king at bedtime And leave to her lame lover in a den. Or if there is a Greek flower to smell! He‘ll wake up in a dozen weeks time Like in a long dream, As bears with...

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