The Bird  
by James Lynch Bridson

 
See that bird,
It stands on a branch,
It flies around in a spin-like dance,
It darts about in the strong blowing winds,
It pushes its way with its strong feathered wings.
As the bird drifts nearer the sky,
It's the end of the day,
And the sun waves goodbye.




From The Early Poetry of James Lynch Bridson edited by No-one,
but with Copyright © 2009 asserted by James Lynch Bridson