As I sit here with my morning coffee I begin to think of all the things I need to be doing. Journals are one of my weak points. When I think back on my life there are so many things I can't remember. So I decided to journal in my blog. I will start from the present and when I remember something in my past I will post it so that the memory can be passed on to others I know and love. Forgive the grammar and the run-on sentences because this is not about my schooling nor my IQ...its about my life.
Here goes the flight of the Dove (that's me).
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Just reading your first entry in your blog...reminds me of a song. Talk about remembering...this song was popular when I was in college. The year...1972...
White Bird
White Bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
The leaves blow
Cross the long black road
To the darkened skies
In its rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old.
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds Float by
And The Earth Turns slow
And the Young Birds Eyes
Do always Glow
And She must fly
She must fly
She must fly
White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
So Jenn...Fly baby Fly!!!
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