A lost feather in the breeze,
hardly missed by birds in the trees.
The birds chirp a happy song
as that feather floats along.
Through the air it floats with ease,
it flows along with the breeze.
The lonely feather finally lands,
soon picked up by a child's hands.
The child treats it with such care,
plays with the feather while it's there.
Fun curiosity fills a young mind,
a child that's proud of his find.
A contest entry
- feather by Utok Bulinaw.
410 points, ended January 10, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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I enjoyed the childlike element of this poem. Very nicely written. Thank you for entering.
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