They were expecting a boy She was named after her father But it didn't suit her, so she'd change all that Elegant, graceful and well put together Not quite an angel.. Her mouth was sharp and hands were heavy She could sure work a room Yes, this lady was something else.. Raised four boys on her own Til Sergeant swept her off of her feet Calling her "Joan" He was crazy about her.. we all were She had a sweet side Some called her "Puddin" But she goes by.. ~Willa Author unknown
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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. ~By Maya Angelou |
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