© 2018 Barbara Grace Lake


From roof to tree to household wire
They swoop and dive, cry “look at me.”
How free, how fast, what soaring fun
Young nestlings finally set free

Until next year as parent birds
They’ll give their all from egg to hatch
And then give more to hungry spawn
Till nestlings fly away from thatch

If I had wings would I fly high
Above the clouds above the earth
Embrace the flight, as joyously
Escape forever place of berth

That place to which my life decreed
Was mine by choice and conscience bare
But when I might be duty free
Could I like birds dare dance on air