The pelican is a light bird
Inspite of its good wings
It has a weak flight always
And a strong beak to sing
When other birds taunt its flight
It laughs back and sings
With the wind
And the leeway is all time best
Oftentimes the wind sweeps
All debris its way
And this is what is
Good for the nest
Where the wind goes
There is my route
Where the wind goes
That's my route
So he sings always.
Tony Adah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pelican-6/
