Sunday, 3 July 2016

Little bird, little bird
Can I come along with you?
I like the smoothness of your flight
I'd love to come with you
And in your warm and cosy nest
Play with your little ones.
Little child, little child
My poor wings are not that strong
I'd love to fly you to my nest
And give you nuts and sweet, sweet things
But I'll take along your love so warm
To my wee feathery ones
O huge bird, shining bird
Can I come along with you?
I like the brightness of your wing
I'd love to fly with you
And on the sunny sands to play
With sun-beams on the surf
Get you gone, silly one
I can't waste my time on you
My eyes watch out for bigger fry
With power in their purse
There's a big, black owl will bear you free
To where wee demons play
Little owl, mushroom owl
Can I come along with you?
©copyright: Frank Parkes 1932-2004

Frank Parkes was born in Ghana in 1932. His grandfather was a West Indian, his father a Sierra Leonean, and his mother a Fanti. He was educated in Sierra Leone and Ghana, and has had a varied journalistic and broadcasting career. A book of his poems, Songs from the Wilderness, was published in 1965.
[Article Source:- Our Poets Speak by D. St John-Parsons]







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