This poet has always been a favorite, so I was hard pressed (as I was with Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe) to choose my top three favorite poems. National poetry month is definitely allowing me to revisit verse that I have loved for a lifetime.
This poet has always been a favorite, so I was hard pressed (as I was with Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe) to choose my top three favorite poems. National poetry month is definitely allowing me to revisit verse that I have loved for a lifetime.
Pattimouse 
This, and one of my favorite songs always remind me of each other.
White Bird by It’s a Beautiful Day
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter’s day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Across the long, black road
To the darkened skies
In it’s rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen trees
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds roll by
And the earth turns old
And the young bird’s eyes
Do always glow
She must fly
She must fly
She must fly
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter’s day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
Songwriters: David Laflamme / Linda Laflamme
White Bird lyrics © Music & Media Int’l, Inc
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