One of my favourite poem's
This poem is one of my favourites and I thought I would post it because sometimes we do see things in a completly different way to what we saw them before but they can only be seen in a different light if we let them be seen.
Happily Married
by Deborah Garrison
Almost home on the longest day of the year,
I saw two birds on a telephone wire.
Two beaks, two sharp-peaked ruffed,
Two tails that stuck down stiff,
Like two closed fans and matched up neatly.
And against the faintly yellow pre-dusk sky,
The birds and wire were all one color,
A fading black or darkening grey,
Sometimes the smallest thing brings harmony in through the eye.
Or was it that I on that particular day,
Had harmony to bring to what I saw?
Happily Married
by Deborah Garrison
Almost home on the longest day of the year,
I saw two birds on a telephone wire.
Two beaks, two sharp-peaked ruffed,
Two tails that stuck down stiff,
Like two closed fans and matched up neatly.
And against the faintly yellow pre-dusk sky,
The birds and wire were all one color,
A fading black or darkening grey,
Sometimes the smallest thing brings harmony in through the eye.
Or was it that I on that particular day,
Had harmony to bring to what I saw?