Like Mother Birds Do Sometimes when I'm sitting alone in my swing I daydream about places I have never been Would I be happier at one of them more than here? These thoughts bring goose bumps on my skin. Does people in other cities do things we do here, Smile when they are happy, cry when they're sad Do they wish they had the desire to explore, or do They convince themselves this line of thinking is bad? Pondering my thoughts a new one came to mind The best place to be is with the ones I love best Thoughts of moving like rolling stones do aren't good So like mother birds , I won't stray far from my nest. Ralph L. Clark© 2007 |
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