So it’s Sunday…
So it’s Sunday and I’m sat in the garden, coffee in hand
A cool September morning
Not quite a nip in the air,
Then they came flying over
Practicing their route
All heading to a place
way beyond my view
A flying skein threaded across sky
Each taking their place.
in formation
calling out a cacophony of celebration
The time soon will come!
Today only a rehearsal
But when its the appointed time
More and more will gather
And join the journey
To their new home
As I sat in the garden wishing I could be lifted up with wings
be part of the throng.
Skyward to reap the same reward.
Gulls sat on the rooftops
Looking up saying ‘no thanks’
This rubbish pile is all I need
As wave after wave of birds flew over
knowing the direction to take.
As quickly as it started…
Then they were gone
Don’t know which day this will finally happen
The direction
Who said “GO!”
But like a mighty army
They up and went
were gone
The silence was deafening
I was left behind
empty, abandoned, feeling
I had just missed out
on something special
Sat here in my garden
Abandoned, alone.
So it’s Sunday and I’m sat in the garden, coffee in hand
A cool September morning
Not quite a nip in the air,
Then they came flying over
Practicing their route
All heading to a place
way beyond my view
A flying skein threaded across sky
Each taking their place.
in formation
calling out a cacophony of celebration
The time soon will come!
Today only a rehearsal
But when its the appointed time
More and more will gather
And join the journey
To their new home
As I sat in the garden wishing I could be lifted up with wings
be part of the throng.
Skyward to reap the same reward.
Gulls sat on the rooftops
Looking up saying ‘no thanks’
This rubbish pile is all I need
As wave after wave of birds flew over
knowing the direction to take.
As quickly as it started…
Then they were gone
Don’t know which day this will finally happen
The direction
Who said “GO!”
But like a mighty army
They up and went
were gone
The silence was deafening
I was left behind
empty, abandoned, feeling
I had just missed out
on something special
Sat here in my garden
Abandoned, alone.
