Spreading Our Wings - Poem by Phyllis Fry
There are times we'd like to spread our wings
Throwing caution to the wind
Not realizing things most precious
Are things that pin our wings. Freedom demands much wisdom
Harmony is hard to maintain;
Are we ready for responsibility
If we gamble everything? We see wild birds in flight
We envy them their freedom.
Freedom means they have no protection
Nor loving care to ease their plight. Patience and growth in wisdom
Protecting our family and homes
Means we can more readily handle freedom
When the time finally comes.
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