Free

Birds flying free
where can you be going?
I just wish knowing
would help me be free.

Flying south in winter,
no more cold for you.
Ample berries on the trees
under skies so blue.

Flying north in summer
where the nests you'll build
where twigs and feathers
will do fine
'til your nest is filled.

Birds flying free
never will there be
escape from the landscape
like yours, for me.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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