Jeffrey Hull
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Poetry
I marveled at the birds' design,
At feathers dull or bright;
And wondered at their soaring grace,
The tips and wheels of flight.
Then walking one fine day a bold
Idea came to me:
I made a sparrow with my hands
And then I set it free.
My small creation fled with joy
Away upon its skies
But now that made with such great care
I hardly recognize.
So now I watch and wonder yet
Just how it came to be:
I made a sparrow with my hands
And then I set it free.
© 2011 Jeffrey Hull