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Cindy Cato


If I Was A Bird


if I were a bird I would be free
flying high above the trees
spreading my wings I would fly away
soaring on until the next day
then I will stop to take a rest
not taking time to build a nest
then up high I would go again
flying straight into the wind
as a bird I would be proud
to build my nest up in the clouds
never to touch the ground again
the wind would be my only friend
I would never see the same place twice
everyday I would see a new site
yes I wish I was a bird
flying high with on told words
I would spread my wings and take to flight
flying on until the day turned into night.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 12, 2012

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