I have flown time and again
When the weather changed
and the season waned
From one feeding ground
and watering hole
to the next
From one place where
the sun shines
to another
With you
I have stayed my flight
although the season changed
and the air grown cold
and the sun rides distant
in the sky.
I have bided by your side
Yet
at the seasons change
when the air warms
and when teh sun shines bright
and smiles down
when flowers bloom again
and the flocks
of singing birds return
Will you fly or bide?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bonnie. I live in Scotland. Perhaps the Siberian snow brought a Fieldfare [a kind of Thrush] to my garden last week. She /He ate rose-hips and other berries for these few days and disappeared today. I never thought that humans kind of migrate too.