Back In The Day
Back In The Day
Back in the day,
When I was a few years old,
I beheld a feather flail,
Through the breeze biting and cold.
I darted through the field
To accompany it in flight,
We both stumbled together,
It was a fitting delight.
I clasped it in my tiny hands,
And mused as it would flutter,
I pressed it on my ears
To hear what it had to utter.
So obstinate it was, it was silent-
As the clouds above me flying
It pushed my hands to glide again
And I let it soar again, sighing.