The Italians say : ” Better be bird of the wood than bird of the cage.” This is rightly enough the bird’s point of view

Proverb Lore:

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WHERE THE PELICAN BUILDS by Mary Hannay Foott

The horses were ready, the rails were down,
 But the riders lingered still --
  One had a parting word to say,
 And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
 And one with a grief unguessed.
  "We are going," they said, as they rode away --
 "Where the pelican builds her nest!"

They had told us of pastures wide and green,
 To be sought past the sunset's glow;
  Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit;
 And gold 'neath the river's flow.
And thirst and hunger were banished words
 When they spoke of that unknown West;
  No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared,
 Where the pelican builds her nest!

The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep
 When we watched them crossing there;
  The rains have replenished it thrice since then,
 And thrice has the rock lain bare.
But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled,
 And never from blue hill's breast
  Come back -- by the sun and the sands devoured --
 Where the pelican builds her nest.

foto – phoenix tattoo 2006 october cassandra pomroy
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