Whippoorwill

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.)

brave, brave daffodil

brave, brave daffodil
standing strong in winter's chill

bright surprise against the snow
bringing forth a happy glow

but pray my dear, where are your friends?
waiting for the cold to end?

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brave, brave daffodil
blooming forth where'er thy will

regardless of the wind and rain
thy cheerful show is not in vain

whispering of the coming spring
sparkles to the eye thou bring


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brave, brave daffodil
ah, my heart, thou doest fill!

the trees in barren winterscape
stare at you with mouths agape

the red bird's song in quiet trill,
"brave, brave daffodil!"

rc 2/2012
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I hope you aren't suffering from winter's grip.  I long for the brightness of spring!  (Hurry spring!)
Have a fabulous day!  robyn