"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, June 02, 2013

Magpie Tales The Early Bird

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension?
1979 by Morris Graves 

Infinite possibilities
Being free as a bird
Waking in a cozy nest
Walking like a robin
Hopping over the grass 
Cocking your head
Listening
Feeling with your feet
Your next wriggly snack
Chirping in the trees
and flying free as a bird 


Spring Robin May 2013 Kathe W.
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Once again Tess Kincaid has given us a fine image
to ponder and write. Thanks Tess!
To see what others have written go here:

23 comments:

Strummed Words said...

Those robins have inspired me and exasperated me too.

Strummed Words said...

Those robins have inspired me too and exasperated me at times.

Dolly Marionette said...

Very nice imagery.

Sandee said...

You do these so very well. You truly do.

Have a terrific day my friend. :)

anthonynorth said...

Excellent life affirming words.

Berowne said...

Bright, ingenious; well done.

Tess Kincaid said...

Delightful...

Laurie Kolp said...

Flying would be the best possibility as a bird. If only.

Celia said...

Flying free as a bird, lovely thought.

Leovi said...

Surprisingly Nice, desired freedom!

messymimi said...

Free to soar -- it's what we all dream of.

mindlovemisery said...

Such a charming poem!

Kodjo Deynoo said...

Flying free as a bird, feels so liberating

Truedessa said...

Birds bring inspiration and I can feel it in your words.

Kutamun said...

Very trixy , aviator !

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Love the metaphors here. I also love robins - the surest sign of spring and summer :)

Robyn Greenhouse said...

I've often watched birds flying and wonder what that must feel like!

Helen said...

Oh Kathe! You resurrected a wonderful memory from my past. Once upon a time a 'huge' robin my kids named FAT ROBIN lived in a tree in our front yard ... he could NOT fly, no matter how hard he tried, it was hysterically funny watching him hopping about the yard, attempting a take off into the tree. Don't know what ultimately happened to Fat Robin, hopefully it was all good.

Lyn said...

Wonderful..I'm elated after reading this!

Bee's Blog said...

Wouldn't we all love to be as free as a bird! Oh that we could.

Sue said...

Often wished I could fly...even managed it a couple of times in dreams, though not easily.

Cats would be a problem, though.

;)

Ginny Brannan said...

Would be lovely to soar the currents, viewing life from on high! Lovely write.

mywordwall said...

I like the beautiful images in your poem. :-)