I am like this little bird in the wind Yesterday I was still a child Tomorrow there might be stormy winds Yesterday is long gone As I stand here under the silvery moon The rest of the world is on the move I know the value and facts of life so well But tomorrow will remain a close book I am this little bird I am the wind A voyager child Still connected to my heart Tomorrow’s dreams might forsake me And Yesterdays dreams has turned away Although I am standing in this dark night Although I can hear names been called out I still search for the hand That deals the card I am this little bird in the wind In the wind… always on the move To find some one That’s so very close Within my heart!! My soul mate!!
Oh Tinka I am full of chills. This is just ... I love this.
...A voyager child
Still connected to my heart...
and that is what you will always be. Tinka this leaves me speechless. The innocence you've never let get lost shines through this poem! Bravo! Standing ovation!
Tracey xoox (c :)42
Beautiful write of longing, Tinka; very well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2005
Tinka, indeed you’re a voyager who is setting sail through the winds of time, my gifted friend. Excellent work. Thanks for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
So cute and reminds me of the truly compassionate nature of love birds - they honestly seem to exhibit traits of human love and grief in their "animal" behaviour. The picture and title, however, just made me think, sadly, of the parrot quarantined at Heathrow on Sunday, diagnosed as having Avian Flu, so that's a bit tragic!! :(( May you/s/he find cause to fluff them feathers again soon! :)) TY for your "congrats"!! Couldn't have "done" it without all your support! xxxx
"Little Bird On The Move" sings romantic beauty under the rhythm of
poetic excellence; - first to the last words - enchantment, harmony, and colors on the rainbow of dreams.
An alcoholic, miserly attorney reluctantly defends a black man from a false resisting arrest charge. He then discovers damaging information against the cops and two cronies, and embarks on a battle to keep himself and his client alive.
...A voyager child
Still connected to my heart...
and that is what you will always be. Tinka this leaves me speechless. The innocence you've never let get lost shines through this poem! Bravo! Standing ovation!
Tracey xoox (c :)42
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
love and peace, Carole
Before you too, so fly away.
These bars are thick I cannot bend
What would I, a captive heart amend.
Carmen
And birds are marvelous creatures. Fly On, Little Bird - and I truly hope you find that which you seek.
"Little Bird On The Move" sings romantic beauty under the rhythm of
poetic excellence; - first to the last words - enchantment, harmony, and colors on the rainbow of dreams.
Never rest Your Pen, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Felix
you have wonderous wings..
I love wittle birds...
Smooch
Love, Eileen
well versed & timed.
cowboy