John Denver
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I wrote this poem a while ago out of the spur of the moment...I really like it...
Untitled
A sweet bird sings to all who hear
And choose to think of yester-year
Of months ago
And weeks gone past
Will burst asunder far too fast
The whitest dove will always perch
To those who think of family first
To those who think
Conceidely
In them a thousand vultures be
A blue jay's feathers shown with flare
Are things all birds would love to wear
The ones who say
"That bird is fake"
To him? Ignore!...for heavens sake
A Raven's dark and shadowed hood
Is certainly mis-understood
He doesn't not mean
To send you back
He just thinks he looks good in black
Some birds are good and some are bad
And some give lessons to be had
To find the bird
That's surely thine
You have to open up your mind
Hope you like it
Untitled
A sweet bird sings to all who hear
And choose to think of yester-year
Of months ago
And weeks gone past
Will burst asunder far too fast
The whitest dove will always perch
To those who think of family first
To those who think
Conceidely
In them a thousand vultures be
A blue jay's feathers shown with flare
Are things all birds would love to wear
The ones who say
"That bird is fake"
To him? Ignore!...for heavens sake
A Raven's dark and shadowed hood
Is certainly mis-understood
He doesn't not mean
To send you back
He just thinks he looks good in black
Some birds are good and some are bad
And some give lessons to be had
To find the bird
That's surely thine
You have to open up your mind
Hope you like it