A Bird In Hand

Maya Angelou
“A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
and floats downstream till the current ends
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.”
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Ornation Creation-Bluebird -Ben Kwok by ronniesz
Ornation Creation-Bluebird -Ben Kwok, a photo by ronniesz on Flickr.

This little bird was tangled onto a template which I tranferred to (8.5″ x 11″) white card stock. The template was drawn by Ben Kwok, a member from Ornation Creation group. Do hope you like this little Bluebird of Happiness and leave me a comment. Thanks for viewing.

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