Monday, April 2, 2012


She rode in on whippoorwill
Seeking for a home
Was blinded by the strobing lights
Dazed by all the chrome

She spoke a different language
Walked a different way
Searched the world for stardrops
All she found was clay

They put her in a tiny cage
And taught her how to sing
They wrapped her heart in darkness
She never saw the spring

Bit by bit her light grew dim
She finally lost her way
By then her captors owned her soul
And she was helpless prey

Whippoorwill sings a mournful tune
A haunting melody
For the one who came and loved us all
Just wanting to be free

Hope you enjoy my poem today.  I wonder if you can guess who it is written for?  (Noone of today.)

1 comment:

  1. Leslie Buttram-GillespieApril 2, 2012 at 5:08 PM

    Sounds very Caged Bird, as in, Maya Angelou.