October 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
I just saw a pretty bluebird hopping down the street,
Hopping down the street, she sang, “twitter, tweety, tweet!”
Her twinkling eyes saw me, watching her ever so keenly,
She ruffled up her feathers, appearing almost queenly.
This pretty little bluebird, lived high up in the pine tree,
She reveled in her freedom, as free as freedom can be.
Her strong little bluebird wings took her wherever she chose to go,
Over rivers, over meadows, through the rain and even snow.
I wonder what sights she sees as she soars across the lands,
To be sure, her bluebird wings seem much more fun than hands!
Were I too a bluebird, perhaps she’d let me join her,
Together we’d live every day like brand new adventure.
But for now, solitary, into the sunset the bluebird flew,
I stood and watched her fly away, bidding her adieu.