When the wind had roared his might, <br />capturing a bird in flight, <br />Swept from north, to southern shore, <br />The northern bird, could fly no more. <br />Exhausted in the sands she lay, <br />To rest until another day. <br />Then strong enough, she then would fly, <br />back to the north, where memories lie. <br /> <br />A stranger spied her, as she slept, <br />He saw the tears that she had wept, <br />Then took her in his gentle hands, <br />from the cold and lonely sands, <br />To hold her gently to his chest, <br />The warmth she felt would aid her rest, <br />No fear she felt in this embrace, <br />The trust she saw, within his face, <br />She snuggled closer, closer still, <br />of this mans warmth, she took her fill, <br />There now was not a thought of flight, <br />Held safe throughout this lonely night.<br /><br />Laurie hill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/northern-bird/
