Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day or Keeping the Cage Open


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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