There they go
Look at the show
Climbing into the heavens
All lucky sevens
Here one moment
Gone the next
Trying to catch them
Leaves you vexed
Can’t tame them
Can’t shame them
Can’t train them
Can’t blame them
Sometimes it’s time
No reason nor rhyme
Creatures must fly
Escape to the sky
Afford release
Maintain the peace
Open the cage
Without the rage
Fly they will
And better still
Thrive on their own
No bitching or moan
Bluebirds are fleeting
Around for a greeting
One might stay
Of this we can pray
liked these lines: Fly they will And better still Thrive on their own freebirds of the skies. how lucky you are..
Very interesting, I didn't know that. I'm a history buff-I wrote a piece called Impact about Ancient Rome-so it's always cool to pick up information like that. In any event, thanks for chiming in...much appreciated.
There are bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover a song long ago meaning happiness and we'll meet again after Hitlers war...you last line 'Of this we can pray' nice coincidence regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Makes me want to fly away.