Sparrow Songbirds

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This poem is about my early childhood when I was three years old. I remembered this poem while I was visiting fairly recently the San Francisco Embarcadero Pier area near Fisherman's Wharf.

Submitted: October 18, 2016

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Sparrow Songbirds

by Patricia Louise McGurk

Personal Copyright 2016 January

Wherever I am, someone told me, you are in Hell’s Kitchen.

This is a current version of my childhood poem I wrote originally in the early 1950’s.

The little loved songbirds (two) welcome me back with bird singing as they always did when I was young following my own path or one path of mine at two years old welcome me back to the bamboo stands but really they are plant pots with bamboo the patio with the umbrellas the yellow almost-cones that the leaders said marked my authority or really I thought they told the truth, I thought the symbols that I marked once as my authority in the United States in the t950’s that ended up on bathroom floors the metal chairs that left impressions on my soft skin as a baby

I remember my little dress they made me wear The birds welcome me back near the sky I stand hearing beauteous bird song as the bird stands in front of me near me to welcome me back from the Wars and the Atrocities I won’t publish this poem as what will happen is the hordes of people will come to gawk at me personally again


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