Wow, I’m on a roll!! I wrote this poem just to be fun. In fact, I think its my third poem for the week. A couple of months ago my mom suggested it would be fun if I wrote something about birds sitting on a wire. Her original suggestion was, I think just to take a couple of pictures of birds on a wire, and tell how I liked them. Well because in recent events my camera is failing me, the pictures weren’t taken by me. My poem is meant to be light hearted and funny. After I wrote this though, I realized in my way, it was meant to be comparable with something else in life as well. See if you can’t guess what I mean. If you 
can’t, that’s ok, its just meant to be light hearted and funny. The other was just an afterthought anyways. At the bottom of this home page there is a hilarious clip showing birds on a wire that I think you will break out laughing if you watch it, and also while reading this it might be fun to listen to the song. “Three Little Birds” from the play list.SITTING ON A WIRE:
Friday, November, 7th 2008 By: Jenny Spencer
Man, look at those birds over there on that wire.
Sitting and balancing,
And having a conversation
with those, they admire.
They’d have to almost have an extreme desire,
Because You know, they must get tired,
My, how quiet they are,
I’d almost say, they’re almost about to conspire.
Why compared to you and me,
I’d say they’re way up higher.
Sitting up there on that wire.
Would they welcome a passerby to sing along and be apart of their choir?
Or would they tell them to leave, because,
That person is someone,
They didn’t admire.
Do you think they’d request,
That a person be dressed
In a well groomed attire.
Or just to stop by,
with their voice as their best?
Or would they tell them to leave, because,
That person is someone,
They didn’t admire.
Do you think they’d request,
That a person be dressed
In a well groomed attire.
Or just to stop by,
with their voice as their best?
How do you think this would seem to appear?
So many birds,
Gathered so near?
Why just look at how much they can see,
Of the great frontier.
Is there a chance they’d show,
the look of fear?
Do you think they’d need someone to interfere?
So many birds,
Gathered so near?
Why just look at how much they can see,
Of the great frontier.
Is there a chance they’d show,
the look of fear?
Do you think they’d need someone to interfere?
But at the end of the day,
As the sun sets, it’s last ray.
Before any longer,
As They might decide to stay,
The birds,
They fly on their way.
As the sun sets, it’s last ray.
Before any longer,
As They might decide to stay,
The birds,
They fly on their way.
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