"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:

  1. Those robins have inspired me and exasperated me too.

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

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  3. Very nice imagery.

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  4. You do these so very well. You truly do.

    Have a terrific day my friend. :)

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  5. Excellent life affirming words.

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  6. Bright, ingenious; well done.

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

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  8. Flying free as a bird, lovely thought.

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  9. Surprisingly Nice, desired freedom!

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

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  11. Anonymous1:06 AM

    Such a charming poem!

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  12. Flying free as a bird, feels so liberating

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

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  14. Very trixy , aviator !

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

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

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  17. 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.

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  18. Wonderful..I'm elated after reading this!

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

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

    Cats would be a problem, though.

    ;)

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

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  22. Anonymous11:00 AM

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

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