The Lark's Song Poem by Rae Sinclair
The Lark's Song
I'm sitting in my room,
Crying silently as I stare out the window,
And listen.
I hear a tiny song,
One that is not delicate or strong but yet it's both,
At the same time.
A lark.
I turn to look,
It's so frail.
But something gives it a fierce look.
My heart pangs to comfort it.
As I look at the face,
I see someone,
Me.
When it sees me,
It gives the same start.
But it sings on.
Tiny and confident,
Poor thing.
But I tilt back my head,
And let my voice,
Take me where it may.
a heartfelt poem well done 10++++ As I look at the face, I see someone, Me. When it sees me, It gives the same start. But it sings on. Tiny and confident, Poor thing. But I tilt back my head, And let my voice, Take me where it may.
...................delightful Rae, particularly the lines tiny and confident. Warmly, Jerry
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4/26/2024 5:12:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You obviously mean what you have written, and that is very important. Nice job!