A Poem

Red Bird

In the interest of being consistent and having some flow here at Birdie and Sparrow I'm going to share a little something with you which ties in with your last post, I will try. We are both learning and growing on this journey and have been looking at how to recognize who we are and what we want our lives to be. I wrote before of my inability for follow through. A need for everything to be perfect, ultimately I guess because I'm unable to handle criticism, a terrible flaw I know. So I am taking a giant leap here and am going to include a poem for all to see. I'm terrified so be gentle.

Tin Can by Sparrow


My little tin can is not for peas or beans.
It does not contain those tiny corn cobs perfect for stir fry.
There is no custard filling it's ridged shell,
or fruit ready for a butter crust and dollops of rich whipped cream.
It's label is starting to wear,
evidence of it's long journey from packing to shipping,
the contents preserved, yet somehow different.
As time passes we fit together better,
settling in our environment,
absorbing our surroundings,
until finally the journey is over and out we spill.
No, my little tin can is not for peas or beans
but for living.
It does not confine
but sets us free from the humdrum of regular life.
For the first time we really see
and the view is perfect.