Green, yellow, blue with red.
Tiny little bird, by my bed.
Yell, talk, peep and flirt.
Over the place of my birth.
Blue sky, puffy Grey clouds.
Shadows fall into the shroud.
You are free, open wide sky.
Worms and bugs, fill their eyes.
copyright 2004 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
its melodious....there is sweet muzik playing through ur wrdz...beautiful write
sing song -sing song, -- blue sky --fill their eyes---a melodious one ---smoothly flowing beautiful. regards anjali
loved the colors and the sounds.....................good write...
i love to watch birds, i love their whistles, chirps, tweets: i enjoyed your birds eye view of sustenance and environment
Like bird, like poem-beautiful and small! By the creation is known the Creator! Thanks for sharing!
now i see why you asked me about birds in my home as only a real bird lover could write such a woderful work!
You took good a rhythm and rhymes beautiful... Very lovely, Joe, 10........ Sincerely, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A little poem but a lot is said. I like the rhyme and the picture it paints. Thank you Joe.