THE CAJUN BIRD FLIES ALONE
I am the Cajun Bird that flies alone
Most birds fly in flocks
They land on the docks
And also on rocks
To drink of the water
That sustains all of life
But I fly alone
I will till I've won
By the crown of thorns
I have worn
And the life I have shown
I do not take credit for my life
For I know it is not my own
It belongs to the most high
Who wore the crown of thorns
And whose promises are not a lie
Do not take pity on me when I die
For to live a life of truth and not lie
Is what it is all about
And the devil can just go to hell
For that is where he does so well
Regis
This is poetry at its best. I'm reminded of the verse in the Bible about the wide and narrow roads...excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
This is absolutely gorgeous; splendid poetry! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Am savin' this beauty! :)
You have a heart and soul of gold..
That is a lovely blue heron...
Peter
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