Thursday, September 18, 2008


Oh, birdies in the sky
Why doth you fly so high?

Won't you stop and wait for me
To join you in your flight so free?

I'd only have to pack my earthly belongings
But then I'd not glide lightly with bogged down wings

Migration is a heavy plea
For one as weighted down as me

(Written while longing to head to warmer lands!)

1 comment:

Linda said...

I like :)