I heard them calling
The birds in the trees
They told me of the secrets of flight
How to grow feathered wings
How to soar like a kite
In the late of new Spring
Lose yourself and glide in the breeze
They told me these things
With a loud, chirpy call
How to fly off and swing-
And I heard them all.
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PoetryFor those who enjoy a decent poem every once in a while Cover Photo by J. S.
