Caged Bird
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
When I reflect on the veterans I know and those I will never know, the one thing remains, is the freedoms that I have today, I owe to men and women who believe/d in the freedoms that we have gained and live with daily. Whether it be on the battlefield or in other avenues that have been fought and protected. They are to be honored for what they have given.
I love Maya Angelou's poetry and today this seemed to fit. May I and others live our lifes as as free birds and never become caged.
And who else but Lynyrd Skynyrd to celebrate it:
Lynyrd Skynyrd, "Free Bird":
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