Fly, Young Bird. Comments

And when you are done, pretty much tired walking on the same path Fly back home and we shall walk again on the shore In our world singing our song and relive the memories we hath Share the smiles and tears underneath the rain, very much symbolic of the departure, very fine poem dear Bobby. write more and present here please. tony

A refined poetic imagination, Bobby. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.