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Date Posted: 16:21:40 05/01/09 Fri
Author: Frank
Subject: Re: The Land of the Humming bird
In reply to: Arlene Francis 's message, "Re: The Land of the Humming bird" on 16:25:12 10/23/04 Sat

The poem is about how a bird percieved the world as it develops and expands its knowledge.
Here it is:

What A Bird Thought

I lived first in a little shell
And lived there very well
The world, to my view was small and round
And made of pale blue shell.

I lived next in a little nest
And needed no other
The world to me was made of straw
And covered by my mother

One day I fluttered from the nest
To see what I could find
I said, "The world is made of leaves,
I must have been very blind."

At last I flew beyond the trees
And saw the sky so blue
Now, "What's the world really made of?
I cannot tell, can you?"

--- From West Indian Reader Bk 1by Nelson

My wish is that the religious (Godly) people would take the lesson of this poem, to EXPAND the boundries of their THINKING and their KNOWLEDGE - beyond the religions implanted in them, through accident of birth.

Here's another great one:

Song of the Bird

A man found an eagle's egg and put it in a nest of a barnyard hen. The eagle hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.
All his life, the eagle did what the barnyard chicks did, believing that he was a barnyard chicken. He scratched the earth for worms and insects. He clucked and cackled. And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet in the air.
Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky. It glided in graceful majesty among powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.
The old eagle looked up in awe. "Who's that?" he asked.
"That's the eagle, the king of the birds," said his neighbor. "He belongs to the sky. We belong to the earth -- we're chickens." So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that's what he thought he was.
-Anthony DeMello

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