bluebird

The Song of the Bluebird

A breast of rusty red,

A back of sky blue,

A song of peacefulness.

A bluebird flys over

a golden field to it's home

at the edge of the field.

It stops to rest on a nearby tree

and shows off it's chest proudly.

It twitters a song of relaxation, and peace.

Of happiness and freedom.

Of healthiness

and all the Pleasures of life.

The bluebird hops

to the top of the tree

and watches the sun set over the horizon.

Soon the crickets are chirping

as the moon shines

in the darkness.

The bluebird puffs up its chest

and preens itself.

Then it tucks its head

under its wing

and falls asleep.

-- Megan Groves

Age 10

Southside Student