By Francis Anthony Govia.
Mama says when a bird is about to take flight that its song is sweet. I wonder what Mama would say about the birds today.
The sky is a great expanse of hope for all the earth, and birds are unhindered by the earth’s gravity. They beat their wings and fly from one place to another. Such is the will of a bird.
A man tried to emulate a bird so he built a plane. The plane fell into the Hudson River in January. The people in the plane were rescued by brave men who worked for the City. And this happened a few days before Barack Obama became the 44th President of the United States.
Everyone blamed the birds.
The country fought two wars. Its economy was broken, and people could not find work. What would happen to the people? The Government rescued the banks.
We stayed in our apartment in New York looking out of the window, and waiting to see birds fly across the sky.
I asked Mama if she saw them when she looked out the window. Did the birds really force the plane out of the sky? Mama said she saw gold dust. She did not see the birds.
I looked very hard but still I could not see gold dust. I saw birds flying. I saw their wings beating gracefully across a blue sky, and I wished I could fly. Maybe birds leave their troubles behind them.
