The Bird Who Refused To Fly – Part 1/13

Frank Solanki

Tell me little birdie, have you no wings to fly?
Don’t you want to feel the air as you touch the sky?
Have you lost your faith and strength in the glowing sun?
Are the winds compelling you to relinquish your fun?
Keep it little birdie
Keep a brave face
You may fall once or twice
But that is no disgrace
Keep your head up high
If you ever fall
You then would have tried
That would just be all
You would rise up again
Just as you did before
Spread your wings, little birdie
You’re not a child anymore

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The tropical sun was intense but from the shade we sipped Pina Coladas and stared at the blue Caribbean. A vacation in the Dominican Republic! We staked claim to a favorite cabana and by afternoon were chatting with beachside neighbors. Diane in the next cabana knew a lot about the area and in the balmy breeze we compared notes on favorite restaurants as we enjoyed the beach.

The next hot day while eating lusciously ripe strawberries I caught sight of the trio working in the sun. We’d noticed the daily routine of these three whose job it was, apparently, to clear the beach each day of seaweed washed up during the night. They were a motley band in ragged clothes. Locals in need of work I supposed, and hard work it was. Each day they scoured the beach, raking and hauling debris. An older worker lagged behind. The effort it…

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