Leaving the Nest
Have faith little fledgling
For thy Father gave thee wings
that will lift you as you fall
light as a feather you will fly.
For thy father gave thee a voice
of the sweetest note that
will sing amidst the treetops.
For thy father will provide the
means to find food and shelter
when the stark winter comes.
In thy parents urging you on
with each quivering feather
for they trust thy Father implicitly.
Written for my GROW writing group annual calendar for 2012 - this years overall subject is 'Fruit of the Spirit' This poem is featured in the month for Faith.
Poetry helped me emerge from my Chrysalis - but my wings are still drying - so much more to learn.www.janscreativewriting.co.uk updated - with endangered animals category & new animal/birds illustrated poetry book!
Hi Calico,
I lov eyour poem - I can see the little fledling on the edge of the nest as I read it. Thank you for sharing it.
Annie
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Einstein
In reply to appleanne:
Thanks Appleanne - ccomment much appreciated
In reply to Calico 57:
Just seen this one, too - I can also see the little one preparing to take its leap into the unknown. Gentle and visual.
In reply to Lindybird:
Yes, watched so many little ones on Springwatch - bless em - sort of gave me the idea
Thanks for comment