Mar 3, 2010

Penguin Dreams


 

The penguin looks up to the sky
Flaps his arms and wonders why
He was blessed with feathered wings
But not the joy that flying brings

Eying birds high in the air
First soaring here then gliding there
He looks down at his big webbed feet
Propelling him in oceans deep

He understands this is his gift
Replacing skills he didn't get
The albatross, it cannot swim,
Skate on the ice and play like him

But still he gazes at the sky
And wonders what it's like to fly,
Survey the frozen glacial ground
That he calls home while looking down

5 Passengers in the Car:

Kathy said...

This is so fun! Great words, Cuz!

Brian Miller said...

sometimes it is hard to be comfortable with the gifts we are gien, especially when we compare it to others. but they are probably looking back.

Nancy said...

Awesome, Trace!! Great job.

Cathi said...

Wonderful poem, Tracy - love it!!! xxoo :)

Simply Colette said...

I just love your creative writing. The penguin, and the heaven blog. And what a cutie the little pup is... a true joy to catch up with your blog after my travels. Sending love and hugs! xoxo