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The Journal of S.J. Tyler Poem By Shari, not me
03/09/2004 03:30 a.m.
And in the light of morning's birth
A sparrow does awake
To make himself a home and hearth
On the shore next to the lake
On off he goes up to the sky
Enjoying his rise and fall
When after time he asks himself why
He should land at all
He continues on his wonderous flight
The ground just passing by
But despite the gallant sparrow's might
His energy runs dry
"Land, I must," this sparrow said
And looks around for ground
But no matter where he turned his head
Such land could not be found
His revery initially
Had caused him to be blind
To watching his flight carefully
And how he left the shore behind
In open water he now flew
Not knowing where to fly
All he could see was miles of blue
Both in the ocean and the sky
His poor old mother, bless her soul
Taught him how to land and take off
But how to on water he was never told
So he was in a trough
Search, he did, with all his might
And flew until he could
But thought the gallantry of his flight
His wings gave out for good
The little sparrow could not swim
Even though he tried
So into the ocean this bird plunged in
And after moments of struggle he died
its funny how now i'm finding metaphor in everything, just like her.
I am currently Devoted
I am listening to truly madly deeply - savage garden
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