by B-Miles Jackson
I hear the sound of birds,
Chirping in the rebirth,
I see the rising sun;
Showing the power of faith.
I hear the morning bird-call,
Waking me to a new beginning.
I see growth, flowers, plants,
Saying let's begin again with faith.
I hear the sound of birds,
chirping in the rebirth,
I feel the power of faith;
Giving me the strength to go on.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015