Fly home

returning flights

feather within wind

bright burning chests

skip and bounce

against greening ground

while black tattered 

tips of wings

patiently float above

in their journey search

northern locales

have beckoned back

these lively and motley aviators

all in their proper timing

all in their allotted procession

to fly through 

tears from the clouds

and teeth of the fates

for reunion in their

northern homes

with weathered locals

of quacks and caws 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ode to the Lion City

may we meet someday

on the island at 

the end of the peninsula

for great is the love

of the people there

and warm are the waters

to cleanse the soul

let me sing of Singapura

where ships have sailed 

from foreign lands

only to return with 

works from steadfast hands

may we someday walk

the costal views

on the island at

the end of the peninsula

and return the love

of the people there

with a most heartfelt 

"terima kasih"