He sat on a park bench feeding bread to the birds.
Telling stories of his youth with beautiful poetic words.
His bones were brittle and he was as fragile as glass.
He was over a hundred years old and standing straight was a task.
Children of all ages would gather around.
When the old man spoke you could hardly hear a sound.
He would capture their minds with stories from old.
Living as a young man were the stories he told.
Children and adults would gravitate to his words.
Hearing stories of his youth as he sat to feed the birds.
For twenty five years he had shed light in the dark.
To lost children and adults from a bench in the park.
His time had finally come to fly with the birds.
To look over his bench were he had spoken his words.
He soars above the clouds in a place that's far away.
The people can still see him each and every day.
They see his face and still hear every last word.
They can see his memory in each and every bird.
In a list
A contest entry
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Wow.
Good luck in my contest!
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This poem has truly uplifted me.
It's rhyme scheme is very creative
And I love how you told a sweet story
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-thank you for your entry
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Very nice!
This is a sweet testament to honoring our elderly! Such a enriching story. Your rhyme scheme was nicely accomplished, well done! Thanks for entering! -
Awww. This is a nice write and dedication poem to the elderly who are so. What park doesn't have a pigeon guy.
I thought that some of the rhymes were priceless and you could've worked on your phrasing, but this is a priceless piece and a wonderful verse.
Thanks for the entry.
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Hello there and thanks for entering your poem was very good and very well written best of luck to you and thanks again for entering..
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Well Done!
My husband and I meet the criteria that you have expressed so eloquently in your words. Our minds are still young even though there is snow on the rooftop!Thank you for the honor you have bestowed upon all the elderly!
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Wow!
ohYeah!
Book marked!
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Although fragile as glass, his spirit was strong and aged wisdom carried and shared with those willing to hear. To capture minds is what makes a teacher. To share a light memories of them will go forward until the last story is forgotten. Lovely work. Thanks for the read
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good write the phrase 'the old bird man' takes me to images of BURT LANCASTER - 'THE BIRD MAN OF ALCATRAZ' birds were his friends in that place of sujugation/dread like your bird man his time to 'fly' with the birds has come and it will come for all of thank you for sharing regards zaj
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I thought this a very touching piece. Old people are just young people dressed in wrinkles and gray hair. Thankyou for creating this. My favourite lines would have to have been
"For twenty five years he had shed light in the dark.
To lost children and adults from a bench in the park."
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wow this was lovely.
i really love it.
my favorite part was:
They can see his memory in each and every bird.
thanks for entering.
good luck.
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I really like this poem.
It's beautiful, sad and yet somehow happy at the end. It rhymed without a single flaw and I loved it!
Excellent!
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interesting... some nice thoughts and imagery... a very serene feeling to this piece... kind of quiet and reserved, there's a bit of wisdom to it, as well, kind of like it's subject, no...? peaceful, calm... tranquil... all of those other adjective I can use that mean the same thing... thanks for sharing this piece
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