Wise old birds don't fly so fast ~~ a Saturday poem
"No one is free, not even the birds.
They are chained to the sky."
The winds are blowing, the birds are going
They're gliding southward, to places unheard
"V" formation rule, older birds up front
They've been north before, strong with expertise
Wise old birds don't fly so fast, they cannot
But they know each and every farm they pass
The creeks and watering holes, supper worms
And when they tire, they move back, next one's turn
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Photo and Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Bob Dylan photo, below, from the Houston Chronicle, 10/14/2016
I might like him to sing my poem this morning.
My other Migration poem (link)
Today I'm linked with Hanah at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Transforming with Nature's Wonders; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/10/transforming-with-natures-wonders.html
I'm also linked to Tuesday Morning Platform, a re-run for Toads, Guests, and Fans:
Please come get your award, Mr. Dylan. All America is waiting, the whole world is.
Thank you, we love you and your music, every song is a poem.