When the wind had roared his might,
capturing a bird in flight,
Swept from north, to southern shore,
The northern bird, could fly no more.
Exhausted in the sands she lay,
To rest until another day.
Then strong enough, she then would fly,
back to the north, where memories lie.
A stranger spied her, as she slept,
He saw the tears that she had wept,
Then took her in his gentle hands,
from the cold and lonely sands,
To hold her gently to his chest,
The warmth she felt would aid her rest,
No fear she felt in this embrace,
The trust she saw, within his face,
She snuggled closer, closer still,
of this mans warmth, she took her fill,
There now was not a thought of flight,
Held safe throughout this lonely night.
Laurie Did you save the darling Northern Bird? What a wonderful concept of a bird not being able to keep on with the flock. Just a beautiful story and sensitive piece of writing. Karin Anderson
A sad story which brings tears, despite the happy ending, though what would happen to the bird when it was strong and ready to fly again, far away from the flock, remains in my thoughts.
I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem that has a great story & flow to it. It was nice to see the happy ending too.
To make your reader cry for the Northern Bird is great writing Laurie, even having read to the end and knowing the outcome, the tears continued through another read...a favourite - soooo beautiful
Your opening line is brilliant Laurie setting the scene for a disaster, but it had a happy ending after all, thank goodness! You have written this wonderful poem with a sensitive and empathetic pen, caring for a northern bird, lost yet found again. Simply beautiful.......10 Karin Anderson
It brought tears to mu eyes......how beautiful and poetic and exiting end, knowing that the bird is safe, protected by a kind stranger..........
This one is so sweet, I was really expecting the worse and instead seen the best outcome. A warm thoughtful insight for sure 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are food for the soul and mine is always in a happy peaceful contentment after reading them. Though sad sometimes there is a hopeful romanticism to them. Wonderful. Another for my favs :) Thank you.