| Is this a white winged dove? |
| IS THIS A WHITE WINGED DOVE? He just flew in and perched there on the corner of my house So beautiful and quite stately, just as quiet as a little mouse I couldn’t get a good picture even if I tried I couldn’t move If I moved, that bird would surely fly I just admired him and he eyed me up and down That bird feeder was between me and him my brain was moving round and round I knew the evening sun was against me And he was shaded by that tree In order to get a good picture, I would have to move Spell-bound and shaky, my heart pounding like a drum I stayed put like a good photographer should????? I raised my camera to the sky, All I could do was try There he was in the view finder, he was such a bird! on those beautiful legs, two different bands if I could get a good image, it would be so grand But today this photographer would have to settle for memories My eyes beheld such beauty, beauty so rare I fell in love with him and he didn’t even care There was a piece of red across his nose And his blue eyes just glowed The grey across his muscled chest Just sparkled like A robins red breast He flew away with the evening sun I guess some birds are forever on the run A part of me went with him For I will never forget How his white wings glistened like diamonds in the snow Though he never said a word, he put on a great big show He spread his wings like a 747 Flew off into Gods blue heavens He took a piece of my heart but me and my memories will never part. ©Mary Alice Bowles |
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| Image by Mary Alice Bowles 2005 |
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| is Lord of my life! |
