It is a timeless pasttime
To speak of birds flying
Upon freedom’s wings.
Truth is I’ve seen more
Birds hopping along
The ground than in the air.
They become more tangible
When down-to-earth—
Pardon the cliche.
They have legs, just
As I do, and they use
Them, just as I do.
Wings are a means
For transportation;
Birds walk when they can
And fly when needed.
If they had no wings,
No sleek feathers,
They would not be as morose
As the poets who gaze
Upon their flights and
Yearn for freedom.
Look how content the
Penguin, the ostritch, the kewi
And all manner of flightless birds
Appear; eventhough their wings
Are as useful in flight
As human arms.
By A. Jarrell Hayes
Unpublished
Another great one
hey jarrell..nice to meet you…and great write…honestly..i’m one of the poets who stares with longing eyes at the birds – how they majestically spread their wings…and yet…i love penguins as well…so sometimes we walk, sometimes we try to wave with our arms and see if the wonder may happens…and if we run fast enough..it almost feels like flying…enjoyed your poem
use your wings well when you need, and when you dont walk among the rest of us…smiles.
Love what we have, I like the metaphor of birds, you bring it together so well. Lovely write ~ Rose
Great subject for poetic fodder A.J. Plus, you did what you do best, reveal things poetically most us of would miss if we wrote the piece. An excellent write my friend.