A Children's Poem
Little birdie, winging high,
How I wish that I could fly.
If I had wings then I would try
To flutter up into the sky.
In the wind you soar and glide.
In it's currents I see you ride.
I've watched you circle high and wide,
Far across the mountainside.
You never seem to have concern.
You truly make my heart to yearn...
Every time when you return
To know all that your eyes discern.
Little bird with silver wing,
How do you so sweetly sing?
Beauty to my ear you bring
As you make your sweet song ring.
© 2007 Arlene Schwartzkopf