I wish I were a bird on a wire,
As they gather at sunset, the world to inspire.
Huddled on every square inch they can find,
Like clumps of seaweed on a fowled anchor line.
Gleefully gathered in their grand social state,
Warming the wires as the cool day gets late.
I smile as they share both their warmth and their song,
Then cheerfully welcome the night that’s so long.
In that fellowship of feathers you never will see,
A better example of what God meant to be.
2/4/05
What a beautiful poem one that has put a picture of inspiration in my mind the words are perfect cheers Sylvie.
An excellent piece of work...you have described a very vivid mind picture of birds on a wire. I once tried to write of this same thing, but my mind was blank, just could not do it..... so glad that you did!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful painting of the light's good-bye. Your lyrics shine, Gary. Warm regards, Sandra