The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun 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 fearful trill
of the 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.
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun 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 fearful trill
of the 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.
Here is my tattoo some of you may remember from earlier posts.
I got this less than 2 weeks before Maya Angelou passed away.
This tattoo has twice the meaning now.
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Beautiful tattoo and a beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteFreda, I have always loved that poem. Maya will be sorely missed.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post for I ~ love Maya Angelou and your tatoo ~ thanks, ^_^
ReplyDeleteartmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
Beautiful poem and tribute.
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem! The tattoo looks pretty :)
ReplyDeleteYour tattoo is beautiful! I didn't appreciate Angelou that much when we were reading her poetry at school, but I've really started to love it over the years! Her death was such a tragedy, may she rest in peace!
ReplyDeleteThe world is a little less colorful now that she's gone, isn 't it?
ReplyDeleteTruer words were never spoken as eloquently♪ http://lauriekazmierczak.com/imposing/
ReplyDeleteSuch a passionate and beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteLove.
ReplyDeleteLove.
Love.
The world is sadder for the loss of her beautiful words.
I'm so glad you shared them today, though. Words remembered are always with us!
Thanks for linking for the letter I.
A+
such beautiful words
ReplyDeletelove the tat