Red Bird Poem by George Jerone (Brother DeBuff) Jefferson

Red bird your room is getting smaller
To fly is any space
Reach up to touch sky
Sun is high
You can not soar
Up away went torch of of life
Your light bright
Shadow creep in corner
Play hide then seek
Out of sight
She can do the wild thing
Void heard repeating vow
Come walk in sky
Red bird I'm in love
Bird of red be mine
Fly in sky
Soar high for me


© George(Brother DeBuff) Jefferson