Magpies Poem by Gretta Gin

I saw black magpies play at sky
They were so joyful, flying high
Above the trees and our home -
We played here too, but that you know.
I wondered if they thought it too -
That it's their home where they first flew
With memories so fond and warm,
That this is place there they belong?
Will they return here when they'd grown
To tell the tales of time alone,
To caress feathers of loved one's
And stay with them if given chance?

I ain't no bird but have my share
Of knowing people, so I'd say
Once soul is gone - it would not dare
To come across the old times way