A little bird
Flew a distance that no-one else could reach.
What a miracle.
A small thing is not weak
This is evidence and you say:
How far did it fly?
It flew over the ocean
And to the Caribbean
And not only that
It flew into the wind
With no difficulty
What a miracle
by Hafsa Ahmed
This is the story of a little bird,
It flew much further than I had heard
It took flight from the safety of an experts hand
It flew from land to land to land
No-one realised how far it flew
Until they discovered it’s journey to Peru
It did not travel by plane or boat
It flew by itself with its russet red throat.
by Maya Brown
I created a nest like a puzzle
Shadows are creeping over the land
My egg hatched into fragments of shell
Will I miss the cosy nest?
Will this place change while I’m away?
Will I ever come back?
by Liv Goldreich
That uplifting moment
When you rise up and up and up
When the wind takes control
by Talia Hendry
Set your path through the sky
Just keep on flying up so high
Small bird, don’t give up
Keep on flying so you don’t drop
Keep on flying through the air
Just don’t have a single care
You may be so very small
Just don’t give up so you don’t fall
by Jason Small
I soar, I duck, I dodge.
My mission is so simple:
Reach the warmth, the food
Follow the stars, follow the sky
Reach the place where the rich food lies
Use the power in my wings
The wind is strong
But so am I
by Esther Kent
If I was a bird I would see the world
In a new light
A new perspective.
All the millions of problems and arguments would mean nothing to me.
I would be free of the greedy, the selfish and the liars.
I would have the whole world to explore, to myself
If I was a bird
by Robert Ibarra
When the wind came I took to my wings I flew quite unsteadily at first
But it was worth it.
Soaring through the sky
The freedom of being so high When I let loose and flew
Flight was my destiny
in the atmosphere full of danger – But the view!
I wish I could go again… If I had wings
If I had wings
by Noah Max
Flying is fast;
Flying is fun;
Flying is swooping up right to the sun!
Flying is joy,
It takes away your frown;
Flying is great, but don’t look down!
Flying is cool; flying is free;
Flying is adventure for you and me!
So if you really want to fly,
Keira Walker, Age 10 and Tyan Isles, Age 9
One small bird is more than you think,
Imagine the pressure of flying high into the midnight sky
Over the hilltops, over the valleys, over the cities.
One small bird is more than you think,
Everyday trying to survive.
If only birds could talk the true tale.
As the feathers fade,
She takes off over land and sea,
Soon to be in Peru in her destiny.
I wish I knew the true tale,
But what I know is – one small bird is more than you think.
We were born to fly
Up in the real-high sky,
To sing with you,
To dance in the stars
And fly away with you,
Over the seas and the mountains.
We fly to the city that never sleeps,
Over more mountains we travel.
We swim to meet with our family,
Back in Peru.
Over seas and mountains we’ve flown
To end up back home.
Dominic Horribin, Age 10
One little bird, one wonderful bird,
Is more than just a song.
For storms have occurred—another can be heard.
A hazardous, dangerous tropical storm.
Flying high in the sky,
This bird is well equipped,
For a storm is heading and while they fly,
It gradually slides into you, my bird.
Crash! Thunder, lightning, a tropical storm.
Violent, ferocious, world – crushing beast!
One fragile bird, one tiny dot,
Tossed, turned, thrashed, feathers blown, bones crushed!
Fly little bird, be brave, be strong!
Gather your courage, have faith in your heart.
Battle the monster and fight to the end!
The song in your heart sings stronger than wind screams.
One small bird in a terrible storm,
Will one small bird survive?
by Seamus Barker, Yanwath School
Lobed toes to help you swim
And make whirlpools in the waves.
Just 20 days from an olive-buff egg
‘Til you can spread your wings and fly.
With your grey, chestnut, black and white feathers,
You like to migrate to tropical weathers
Kara Tallentire, Age 9
One little bird
One terrible storm
But it is strong
It will battle its way through!
Will it do it?
Will it risk its life?
Let’s hope it will be alright!
Here’s our message to the little bird:
You were to fly
across mountains and rivers
through wild storms and sun
Just a small bird to fly for miles
so fine so gentle
What could I say?
So thin so bone
You do it I don’t know how.
feathers so fine
Fly little bird! Fly!
I saw him tumbling, twirling and flipping through the stars,
Battling the last of the dying vortex,
Now out of the storm and into the shining night sky.
The waves beneath reflected the beautiful moonlight
Like watery lanterns dancing on its mirrored surface.
He soared through the air flying free, flying high
Swooping gracefully, joyfully, thankfully and unwavering.
Onwards and onwards through the jet night,
Willed on by the waves and sustained by the stars.
Fly on little bird with your head held high,
Fly on little bird you can make it, fly, fly!
Every year a small bird flies from Fetlar to Peru,
It’s a really impressive thing for a small bird to do
It flies high over the sea
Much, much higher than me
Seeing hump backed whales and diving fish
Wishing its journey was as quick as a wish
It all starts with a minute chick
Like a bumble bee, long legs like string
And in only a day it can walk
And in another 20 days
It is ready to fly to Peru!
Little elegant Red-Necked Phalarope!
You’re so small
There are so few of you here
You learned to fly when you were only 20 days old,
Now look at you flying to the other side of the world!