CRAZYBIRD! by The Crazy Bird
TCB's Comments: (My Mudcat) moniker comes from a song-poem which came out of an experience I had when I was very, very down, and the song of a lark brought me back to a state of mind more bearable, or at least more stable <s> Here's the song-poem:
I'm just a crazy bird -- I have a hard time touching down,
It's hard for me to keep my feet -- there -- on the ground.
It's hard to find me with the unaided, naked eye
When I'm singing my songs up in the sky!
But, that I'm up there ! Could there ever be any doubt?
Where ever you go -- down there below --
you hear some poor boy in his agony shout:
CRAZYBIRD! Oh, CRAZYBIRD!
Won't you sing your song for me?
I'm just a poor boy headed for eternity . . .
I know I said eternity -- I might just have meant something else!
This earth can be a heaven -- this earth can be a hell!
I'm just a crazy bird -- I sing about the things I love the best:
The leafy trees, the windy breeze -- the eggs down there in my nest!
I try so hard to sing it all at once -- God knows how hard I try!
To sing of all that lives and loves -- and loves and grows and dies!
When you walk through the fields all on a summer day . . .
And the rye and wheat is standing, nodding,
golden white -- in the summer heat:
CRAZYBIRD! Oh, CRAZYBIRD!
Won't you sing your song for me?
I'm just a poor boy headed for e t e r n i t y . . .
I know I said eternity -- I might just have meant something else!
This earth can be a heaven -- this earth can be a hell!
© Chuck Cliff (1980)
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