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ONLY ONE BIRD
Bloody and broken
bruised and torn
Found close to death
one Sunday morn
Go on take it
Was the old mans reply
But even if it lives
I doubt it will fly!
So, with hope and prayer
and a cleansing swab
the young boy set about
a near hopeless job
Then with courage
that would ever be it creed
from deaths strong grip
the young blue bar was freed
So hand raised was he
in an old back shed
Many times a day
by the young boy fed
Its strength grew
as did its bond to the boy
and the lad watched it grow
his heart full of joy.
Then little by little
it took to the wing
flying high and strong
when came the next Spring.
The lad was goaded all season
and challenged to race
Youve only one bird!
They laughed in his face.
Could his bird fly all day?
Yet stay the fast pace
and fly 600 miles
in its very first race?
Long pinioned ribbons
cross the sky
waves of racing pigeons
winging by
Yet onward and ever
homeward bound
so high above us
here aground
But a blue bar
with his form at peak
now alone across
the sky does streak
Long hours ago
he chose this line
and seemed to crow aloud
The sky is mine!
For far behind
has he left the best
still further behind
come on the rest
Some birds bred from
the best of distance stock
but these lessor birds
his great wings mock
and while drag forced flocks
tack left and right
True as an archers arrow
is his flight
Spurned on for home
where a boy must wait
alone and afraid
for his racing birds fate
But the lad need not fear
those long treacherous miles
for the One above
on his noble bird smiles
As through the clouds
and wind that sings
Way out in front
flash blue bar wings.
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