I watched it flying through the air,
its grace and beauty beyond compare
Its freedom would be something I would embrace,
if I was not part of this stupid human race

If we could choose what we wanted to be
I would not choose you and you would not choose me

I would be a bird with an outstretched wing,
flying high with a song to sing
I would sing all day and all night if I could,
if you would let me, if you only would

But like other things of beauty that we never really see,
you would grow tired of me
and me; of thee.

© 2013, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

Danny Kemp (14 Posts)

I am sixty-three years of age, married for the second time with two step-children and three grandchildren. My father died when I was sixteen but had probably summed me up completely by that time. He called me deceitful, and I'm not sorry that he did. I now use that characteristic to tell stories in both prose and, I hope. rhyme. My first novel was published in March 2012. The Desolate Garden is a spy murder mystery with more than a simple touch of romance. It has been likened to The 39 Steps and The Constant Gardener by reviewers and the film producer who's London based Company is converting my story into a film.

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