Friday, March 16, 2007


Funny, comical, expressive. This is how I see red winged black birds.

"Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. " I didn't learn that poem until I was a senior in high school. I worked as a nurses aid in a retirement home. One of my duties was to get the residents into bed each evening. One lady who was so sweet, would sing this to me every night. Of course, eventually I learned it and we sang together. I was happy to give her that little bit of love. I like to think her spirit is soring with the red winged black birds. Free and easy.

2 comments:

Marilyn said...

I enjoyed your journaling about this just as much as the beautiful black bird.

tongue in cheek said...

He looks so proud and pleased. He must be in love!