~as The Birds Fly~

LOL! Marci! ! ! Where is it that everyone thinks i am eight? Was it my original birthdate of 1999? I have since changed that...i messed around with that for a while...two years ago, before i erased all of my poetry on here the first time i had myself as 87! Anyway, thank you dear heart. I mentioned to someone that it would be great to be eight again, but on second thought, i have changed my mind...I have a few gray hairs, and a few fine lines, and i am going to grow old gracefully...So help me... Theo :)

A calming and most beautiful write from a gal with a heart as big as the moon..This is lovely and to think that someone whose only 8 could write so gloriously. :) :) ~~~marci.xoxoxo

Meggie and duncan, Thank you both so very much for your very kind words! Blessings to you both. Love and sweet wishes, always, Theo

Beautiful..beautiful Theo.. i can feel the softness and the gentleness of nature..God's heavenly blessings..thank you Theo fort sharing this lovely poem of yours.. love and hugs, Meggie

The hauntingly beautiful ~ As The Birds Fly ~ is a soul filling poem of excellence Love duncan X

Amazingly enough I can hear birdsong in my office, although I look out on an enclosed squre. I can't think where the birds find room to perch. Very evocative poem, Lovely, Kind regards, Margaret.

Tara and Ariel, thank you both so very much for your very kind words! So much appreciated Theo

An uplifting piece. I often think people can be divided into two categories: those who find birdsong irritating, and those who find it beautiful, natural music. t x

when they flapped their wings...and glide to the vibrant atmosphere..however elusive..we call them friends..hello Theodora, , in blessed to see your nice work.take care