Poem

[Lee]

A Feather of the Wind

Somewhere in my mind you call to me
a flutter of soft white wing

softly from the night your coo of love
sails through the mist of my mind

Through the skies of a thousand years
Over water and land
Your wings have set sail

Boldly in the sun
Forward you fly
A friend without fail

Who knows your thoughts
Where you go, when gone
As you sail through the sky
To dusk from the early dawn

Set your eye to love
your wing to the heavens
And those that care

Trust your heart
And natures instinct
And well !
you will fair…………..

sail through my mind
sweet dove Over water and land
sail through my mind

[TaylorGS]

Lee,
That was a very nice poem. Can you write some more? Good job.
Thank you,
Taylor

[Lee]

Lee here,
I have many of these poems and will post another or two it takes a while to post as it must be approved

[guitargirl814]

thats a great poem

[Doves1111]

Lee,
Thank you for that poem...it is truly beautiful.

Dawn

[jonathand]

that was a relly nice poem u should post more of them

[Lee]

Lay here softly little bird of white
For you, no more flying or cooing in the night

Your perch will set empty
With feathers abound

Your life has ended
I had to burry you in the ground

So lay here softly
In the shade of your tree
The one you flew to
When I first set you free

Tomorrow at dawn
When the wind is light
You can see your flock
High in flight

So sit on your new perch
In the heaven you’ve met
and the white on your wings
Ill never forget

[TAWhatley]

Wonderful poems, Lee. Thank you so much for posting them here for all to enjoy!

Terry

[rena paloma]

i have written a song to the pigeons, i sing it while i busk on the streets of toronto (in yorkville, i am the resident street guitarist) . i would love to share it!Queenie

[Peapicker]

I just found your poems Lee. They are beautiful and poignant reminders of pigeons who once shared our lives and now our memories. The first brought smiles and wonderful memories of Pige, a feral rescue who stayed with us months after we released him but then flew off with a mate, and of Castor who now has a happy home and family with Terry.
The second brought tears for Pollux, our beautiful white fantail who lies buried in our yard under trees he never saw as a house pigeon. Thank you for sharing - you have truly captured the essence of The Pigeon.

Marjorie (in Richmond, KY)

[Lee]

Originally Posted by Peapicker

I just found your poems Lee. They are beautiful and poignant reminders of pigeons who once shared our lives and now our memories. The first brought smiles and wonderful memories of Pige, a feral rescue who stayed with us months after we released him but then flew off with a mate, and of Castor who now has a happy home and family with Terry.
The second brought tears for Pollux, our beautiful white fantail who lies buried in our yard under trees he never saw as a house pigeon. Thank you for sharing - you have truly captured the essence of The Pigeon.

Marjorie (in Richmond, KY)

Lee here,
Thank you for the kind words , Caeser once said " once you hold the dove in your hand then you will forever hold the dove and if not in your hand then surely in your heart". I love few things in this world but the pigeon is one of them. have a nice day ..... I fly my birds out of Richmond sometimes back to Elizabethtown.................

[Lin Hansen]

Lee,

Beautiful poems.....Little White Bird is especially touching.

Thank you for sharing them with us.
Linda

[Lee]

Originally Posted by Lin Hansen

Lee,

Beautiful poems.....Little White Bird is especially touching.

Thank you for sharing them with us.
Linda

Lee here.
You are quite welcome .......true story about the little white bird...

[feralpigeon]

Hi Lee,

Your imagery is lovely, and your deep love for the pigeon and nature is everpresent. I felt a strong affinity with both, although the second brought
a lump to my throat. Thanks for sharing your heartfelt thoughts with us.

fp

[Peapicker]

That is something I would love to see, so if you ever feel like an audience please feel free to email me. I am in absolute awe of the pigeons' homing instincts and abilities.
Marjorie