Far-travelers
for the love of the migrant
See them, with me, and love them:
far-travelers of many colors, singing a thousand melodies,
storied, each, having crossed Atlantic, Pacific, dunes or plains,
bearing beauty, self and story, from places that grew cold to them,
borne in turn along the shifting tides and crosswinds,
in numbers more than one could count, name, or know,
and looking for a home on this great, dark, spinning earth.
I am one who sees and loves the birds;
how could I not do likewise
for the immigrant?
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
Keep reading
More stories from Gabriel Huizenga and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (5)
Such a lively and lovely flip on the script we’re fed everyday. Well done!
That drawing? Excellent. Your words? Excellent. I too love birds and constantly find them a source of delight and wonder.
Next up… “near-Travelers” Could be the preface to a self-help book for flightless birds…lol, but seriously…beautiful-a true feeling of flight while reading. Thanks for sharing.
This is really beautiful in sentiment and poetic execution. Well done, Gabe.
14/10 no notes. Beautiful my friend