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Echo of a Forgotten Tune

Poetry By: Kathleen Oakwood
Poetry



Birds at dawn and childhood keepsakes.


Submitted:Mar 12, 2010    Reads: 72    Comments: 3    Likes: 4   


at breaking dawn the birds are perched,
on homes and buildings,- a steeple and church,
before they spread a feathery wing,
their beaks in motion to what they sing,

calling to the sun to rise,
the age of old; the ancient wise,
to fill upon the earthly ground,
the magic of life here so profound,

off they flutter like baloons to the air,
no knowledge of tomorrow; no little care,
in flight they swoop above and beyond,
leaving us in the echo of their haunting song,

to be in effortless flight,
a freedom feeling beautiful sight,
a lonely feather falls to the floor,
picked up by a child next door,

in the keepsake box it goes,
for future reminisce of past, in shows,
a smile and treasure of a freer thing,
stirring the hopes and wonders within.





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