Seasons of the Bird <br /> <br /> Oh to be a bird aloft<br /> Now that Spring is here<br /> To ride the lofty currents<br /> Ore meadow, cliff and pier<br /> <br /> Oh to be a bird aloft<br /> Now that Summers here<br /> To soar above the puffy clouds<br /> And view green splendour there<br /> <br /> Oh to be a bird aloft<br /> Now that Fall is here<br /> To catch the winds and gaze on trees<br /> In full Fall foliage there<br /> <br /> Oh to be a bird aloft<br /> Now that Winters here<br /> To ride the frigid currents<br /> And view white desert there<br /> <br /> Oh to ride the wind aloft<br /> And be a bird out there<br /> To fly with wont abandon<br /> So free of toil and care<br /> <br /> I would that I could be a bird<br /> Instead of just plain me<br /> And sit and ponder at my will<br /> From some old lofty tree<br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />   Submitted By: John Cornick