Carol Fleming Klein


Like A Bird On A Migration Flight


I have flown time and again
When the weather changed
and the season waned

From one feeding ground
and watering hole
to the next
From one place where
the sun shines
to another

With you
I have stayed my flight
although the season changed
and the air grown cold
and the sun rides distant
in the sky.
I have bided by your side

Yet
at the seasons change
when the air warms
and when teh sun shines bright
and smiles down
when flowers bloom again
and the flocks
of singing birds return

Will you fly or bide?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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December 19,1995

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