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Copyright: FRANCO JOSEPH (FRANCO)
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Genre: Animals |
Medium: Color |
Date Taken: 2011-06-13 |
Categories: Birds |
Exposure: f/9.0, 1/40 seconds |
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Photo Version: Original Version |
Date Submitted: 2011-07-12 0:12 |
Viewed: 2584 |
Points: 4 |
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[Note Guidelines] Photographer's Note |
Those were the time;
I was just nine,
walked beneath lash green trees,
laid in fine line, as
teasing nippy current of air
nibbled my cheeks,
I heard a sound of a hawk -
no, it wasn’t a trick.
Jumping and hopping joyously
hawk flew freely from tree to tree,
“my, my,” I said - “why aren’t you like the bird
I know that nests in the clock on the wall so high?”
“What‘s so great this bird that nests
in the clock on the wall so high?” she queried;
me with pride said, “she‘s my friend
sings hour after hour every hour without a dent.”
I resumed, “She neither flies nor cries
her eyes dry and never shiest,
cared by all, dwells in a home of her own;
she neither Eats nor drinks,
sings every hour with no end.
“I pity her though,” the hawk cried.
“Look at me, I ‘m free, I may sing or
may not on every tree, happens to be my wish,
b’cause I ‘m free and you better believe -
that is the way I live, if not, I cease to breathe.”
Freedom is all that I need to recite the song you read,
liberty I inhale to match sweet nightingale, if not I cease to breathe.”
-FRANCO- |
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