fly little bird fly

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    fly little bird fly

    one day there's was this momma bird "a blue jay" she was ,she caught my eye because she busy building a nest
    hard at work
    and the next day i seen her again ,this time i notice that she had a diamond right in the middle of her chest,and that she was sitting in her nest whistling a little tune,a pretty tune
    wel as time went on she layed her eggs there was five of them.
    every time i came out i heard little tune,and one day ,well one stormy rainy
    day,i seen that her nest had been blowing down ,as i looked around and saw it on the ground ,and and all but one egg had been destroyed and that took away all of my joy ,all she had build and work for was gone and when that happen i felt so alone on the inside ,i picked up the egg and took it in the house, and as time went on that little bird had grown ,i took him out and showed him the sky and i wisper to him fly little bird fly.

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    cliftondurant commented on fly little bird fly

    08-12-2009

    a lovely poem what a caring heart sometime our life is like that blue jay great job

    Tempestlady commented on fly little bird fly

    08-10-2009

    What a sweet sentimental journey. Your message was right on time, and your heart was defenitely in the right place. Write on..

    citiboy

    08/11/2009

    thank you so much,you inspier me to write more thank you

    SmileyAngel138 commented on fly little bird fly

    08-10-2009

    this is beautiful story you painted here...sometimes the simpliest things in life like takin care of a lil bird buts our minds in perspective...great job :-)

    citiboy

    08/11/2009

    thank you so i will put more

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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