Spring Fling Writing Contest

Birdies Spring Wish
Winter is too long for me,

Down south with my family.

The food is good,

The company fine,

But for my home tree

I did pine.



In spring I can build a nest,

Sing the song that I love best.

Pick up little bits of flowers,

Weave them tightly in an hour.



Spring is coming!

One bird sings.

Time to go home-

Pack your things!



I fly as fast as my wings can go,

Following the sun’s warm glow.

Finally, I’m back,

Sitting on my branch.

Home at last.

Comments

  1. Liz TippingApril 18, 2019 at 9:38 PM

    I often feel just as ready to get home after vacation as Birdie feels here. Definitely can relate! Good luck!
    Liz

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  2. Monica AckerApril 19, 2019 at 6:35 PM

    Home at last! What a great feeling. Great job.

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  3. Ashley CApril 20, 2019 at 12:31 PM

    That little bird is ready for spring like everyone else. Good luck!

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  4. Kelly ConroyApril 22, 2019 at 12:12 PM

    He's so happy! Great story!

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  5. Danielle HicksApril 22, 2019 at 8:13 PM

    There really is no place like home! Very sweet story. Good luck in the contest!

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  6. kfiechtnApril 24, 2019 at 7:37 AM

    Aw, what a sweet story and wonderful play on words, pine-ha! Thank you for sharing this endearing story about missing home, I think, as Kelly said, we can all relate.
    Thabks for entering the Spring Fling Writing Contest!

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  7. Jolene GutiérrezApril 26, 2019 at 9:13 AM

    I love the exploration of feeling homesick! My favorite line is your wordplay with tree/pine/longing for something: "But for my home tree/ I did pine." So wonderful! Good luck!

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