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Author Name: FreeSilkintears 9 Comments
Date Added: May 24, 2007 13:05:25 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The rebelious child
Three little birds sitting in a nest.
One bird says "I want to fly."
Mother says "why don't you try.
"He spreads his wings and off he soars
Like an eagle, proud, he roars.

The other says "why should I fly?
I don't really want to try.
I like it here so warm and snug.
Well mother pushes him out the nest.
He has no choice, so flaps his wings,
then he turns to show a grin and off he soars.

The third little bird well he has plans.
He's not going to fly.
He really doesn't want to try,
and Mother says "you must, you must,"
and he says "NO" with a powerful thrust.
I do not have to be like them.
I'm different don't you see.
Look at me.
This is me.

She warns him, "now if you don't go, I'll push you so you know, You will not be different. You will fly" He thinks to himself I'll show you.
You will not tell me what to do.
So she gives him a little shove, out the nest he falls with a thud.
He finds himself on the ground, wounded and hurt, yet still able to walk around.
Sometimes he walks.
Sometimes he crawls.
He does not get very far at all
and he looks at his mother standing tall
wondering if he'll continue to fall.
"Just flap your wings" she says. "Please try"
He looks up and will not say,
for he is determined to do it his way.
I do not have to be like them.
I will not fly.
I will not try.
I am different, can't you see.
I am determend to show you me.
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Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on July 19, 2007 09:58:49 AM Report
deep insighful observation of the differences in the personalities and the parent's job to be firm for their own good while maybe missing something............that persons individuality.

I have often thought how much easier it would have been for my mother if my sister and I were similiar. Sadly, I was always the black sheep and so became a lone wolf lol ;-)


Al;i x

Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on July 4, 2007 11:15:10 AM Report
Dear Helen~
As many have already stated, this poems comes through
the readers mind with many different angles-
The young life determined not to be undermined or categorized
by the authoritive figure-
The authority figure is frustrated and concerned at the same time
knowing without them using their full capacities, their children may
miss out on opportunities or worse yet be overtaken by a predator-
Many deep thoughts planted throughout this piece!
Best Wishes to You and Yours My Friend~

Comment By: FreeS on June 26, 2007 12:48:51 PM Report
hmmm interesting write,

suprised he chose not to fly and be different

guess eveyrone has their reasons for not flying

great write


Comment By: FreePeggy Isherwood on June 26, 2007 11:04:29 AM Report
Children are like grains of sand, once they're gone they're gone forever. It's a sad reality and one that many parents are so afraid of. We just keep trying.


Peggy x

Comment By: FreeRichard Michael Cronin on May 29, 2007 08:20:23 PM Report
Children are all different, and some take longer to find themselves. I enjoyed this write!

Well done Helen!

Comment By: FreeGlata on May 25, 2007 07:52:23 AM Report
This is a great job, Helen, in describing the different personalities that children have (or birds, or  animals)...Each one unique, each one special in its own way. I have three kids, and  though they  were all three fished from the same gene pools, they are so different that it's sometimes bewildering. I have one that was  ready to fly the nest by the time it was about 10, but was a good kid...One that will go when it has to, not really willingly, but equipped to make it fine, and the other one that is just like the last bird mentioned in your write. Determined to do it "MY" way...Such a stubborn child...headstrong and beligerent...outspoken and stubborn as the day is long. I do believe, dear  Helen, you've written my life, lol!

Great work here, this!

Hugs....and thank you for the growing friendship...


Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on May 25, 2007 07:25:04 AM Report
A delightful poem and its analogy with a child, excellent work.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 24, 2007 03:06:24 PM Report
Wow... he had to do it his way.. a very independent child..Great poem..
~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeAngel on May 24, 2007 02:24:38 PM Report
Superb this was a cracking write


Love Angelxx


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