A kind of peace returned to me
Despite my soul being laid bare
The day I set the white dove free.
It felt as if it was meant to be
Released and free, far from my care
A kind of peace returned to me
I held my hands aloft to see
It taking joyously to the air
The day I set the white dove free.
It settled in an old oak tree
As I watched it resting up there
A kind of peace returned to me
It was as happy as could be
Children sang at the country fair
The day I set the white dove free.
Even though it was so hard to bear
I know I'd pleased a maiden fair.
A kind of peace returned to me
The day I set the white dove free.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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I like this.
ReplyDeleteI have never understood why anyone would want to cage a bird. I know that's not really what this poem is about, but it does bring it to mind.
Cages are cruel, no matter what species.
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ReplyDeleteSad, yet healing. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI'm not ready....to set free...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
ReplyDeleteJosephine - I agree that caging a wild bird is cruel. However, birds bred in captivity give thousands of people living in their own cages a lot of pleasure.