Place Is For The Birds Poem by Saint Eule

This place is for the birds,
I am sure many have heard these words.
If you were a bird where would you be,
In field of corn or a nest in a tree.

In the winter you could head south,
never get cold a sweet berry in the mouth.
In the summer you could return again,
to your summer home in Maine under an eave-
safe from the rain.

Swim on a lake if your a goose,
or make a home on a mountaintop if you choose.
Maybe some day I will fly away,
A place for the birds is not too bad- I say.