Little Blue BirdA Poem by Nana CarmineI was sent this picture and it inspired a poem. So here it is.
A little song bird sitting on the tree I hear someone singing And it isn’t me I fly to find Who is singing along A little blue bird is sitting on the tree He is such a good singer And so much prettier then me. My feathers look so worn And he looks so new Will I become a blue bird? Will I be beautiful too? I land next to him And he continues his song Barely noticing me But I knew that all along. A little brown bird Will never catch the eye Of the little blue bird As blue as the sky. © 2008 Nana CarmineAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorNana CarmineWindsor, CAAboutAbout me? What can be said about me? I am Wren Vakassian- I come with free antibacterial handsoap that comes in three sents- Strawberry, Vanilla, and Peppermint. I stay around mostly every week till .. more..Writing
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