Friday, December 2, 2011

Poem

Philanthropy invovles to loves human kind,
Not violence or people being desolated.
Like a bird that has fallen out of his nest.
Chirping away trying to find it way home,
the baby bird was weak and stressed. It came
upon a cabin with lights so bright, when a man
walked out with a beard so white. He picked the birdy
up with a gentle swipe, and placed it in his beard nice and tight.
He went back inside to care for the baby birdy. When he noticed
his foot was broken, he tied a pop sickle stick to keep it strait. That way
when you walk you will not flop he told the bird.