Grey
Goose
My
earphones in, the sights flash by
The
cornfields stretch, to meet the sky
Endless
fields, so far to see
The
sounds of life cry out to me
I
stretch my legs to make it great
The
road so long, it is my fate.
I drift
away, see my bird in flight
She
flies up high, thrust out in fright!
She
pushes on, her wings so tired
Out
to the place her genes demand
She
lands there almost out of breath
With
wings so weak so close to death
She
calls to me and shouts out loud
“I
am so small but yet so proud
I
am just a bird, for you to see
Cool
and aloof but completely free”
My
Grey goose came home.
And
she is me! ©
2007
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