Retired from the University of Texas and too old to play soccer anymore. Now, in the twilight of his years, time is spent writing in this blog, hiking and exploring Texas Parks, photography, working out, gardening and tending to the five ponds he built .
Oh to be as free as a bird
to come and go and to be heard
as high up in the tree to sing
a call to a mate who is on the wing
letting her know where to rest
so we can together quest
an endless search for food and then
a time to rest before we begin
to do it all over again.
With nests to build and eggs to lay
we are kept busy every day
babies to raise and teach how to wing
so they can join us in everything
a bird has to do as a part of life
for us it is short and full of strife
danger around every corner lies
and we always are looking to the skies
to stretch our wings and to fly away
so we can fly again another day.
Life for us is always this way
to feed and rest no time to play
except when we are on the wing
and flying around with purpose it seems
swift and straight as the bigger birds fly
or swoops and loops are the little guys
all with a purpose that only they know
it may be just to put on a show
but if you were to ask and they could reply
that you wanted to know the reason why
they will say that they haven’t a clue
except this is what all birds do.
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