Wednesday, October 2, 2019
I wrote this poem while I was on my “Southern Tier” bicycle tour. I also kept a journal on the tour, you can read the journal by clicking on the Archive Link at the top of this page and selecting “Southern Tier 2019.”
Birds
I stopped to rest,
the road was long,
the day was hot,
I was tired.
I saw three birds
circling above,
floating on wings stationary,
following each other.
They were in perfect harmony
with the air around them,
it held them up,
effortlessly.
I wondered,
why only three?
Where have the rest
of their flock gone?
Millions upon millions
have been lost,
since my father played
catch with me when I was young.
I want to build them a homeland
free of border walls,
where they can circle
on perfect currents of air.
Soaring freely,
until we can make their home
fit for them to live in again,
elegantly, safely.
Brad Adkins