Itís Time To Fly!
By: Donna Haug
September 13, 2003
Snuggled down in my warm nest
Peeking through the leafy trees,
I enjoyed a lovely view,
Pleasure sweeping over me.
Imagine, then, my fright when first
My mother nudged me to the edge.
I thought sheíd turned her back on me!
She firmly pushed me off the ledge!
My fledgling wings flapped frantically
While right behind I heard her cry,
ďThatís right, babe! Just keep on going!
Come on now! Itís time to fly!Ē
All at once I realized
On that first desperate solo flight
My wings were made for flying high!
And, somehow, it just felt so right!
I wasnít very strong at first
But Mother hovered always near
Watching oíer my every move
Assuring me Iíd naught to fear.
Suddenly, I started falling
But, behind I heard a cry.
Mother swooped right down and caught me
Carried me up to the sky.
High above the puffy clouds,
Soaring on the constant wind,
I canít believe the view from here -
Snow capped mountains without end.
Lovely valleys, mighty rivers
Rolling hills and ocean vast
How awesome is Your world, my Lord!
Look! I am flying high at last!
God, my nest is safe and warm
But, listen to my heartís deep cry.
Knowing you have much more for me
Lord, I pray, teach me to fly!
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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Well done Donna! I love the first part - the push out of the nest and the bird's realization ' I can do this!' A couple of pickies: St. 1, L. 2 the word is spelled 'peeking.' In a couple of places the rhythm is off- St. 3 L. 3 and St. 6 the rhythm changes, but then reverts back in next st.(perhaps ok). But the rhythm is also off in the last two lines of the poem - where I think it's important that nothing get in the way of the 'punch line.' A suggestion: "I know that you've much more for me / I beg you Lord, teach me to fly." ...or you'll probably have a better thought. ~ Violet