Taste Of Freedom Poem by Max Reif
Taste Of Freedom
Today the little bird
is let out of his cage.
He doesn't know
if his wings will still fly,
but at least he can enjoy
walking around
the garden-like world.
The bird dreams;
in his cage,
even his dreams
often have bars,
but as he strolls in the garden,
he feels like a peacock,
suns and stars and luminous eyes
blazing from his own tail.
Whether he flies or not
is almost immaterial,
for his world today
is cool and green,
and that is Heaven.
Where else
would he wish to soar?
Max, Scarlett alerted me to this poem, having read one that I posted today, in similar vein. So I came over to have a look. Both of ours start off virtually the same but become different as the lines go on. I do like yours very much......... Love, Fran xx
A wonderful poem of the simple pleasures we do have and to be thankful for!
thats a really pretty poem - alot of metaphors in it... it made me smile, thanks for helping make my day better.
This is such a joyous poem of freedom (of the Spirit, if not the wings!) . It is a consideration of the every day freedom that we sometimes overlook, just walking about in the grass, whether we can fly or not. Thanks for reminding me to be thankful for what I DO have, and not to see the bars of what I DON'T have. Great Poem. A Keeper, for real!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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THis is a little piece of heaven on earth. Glorious poem. love, Allie xxxx