The Ostrich Will Someday Fly
She has trekked for ages,
And has forgotten she carries
Wings.
She’s now a chicken
Comfortably picking from
The ground, while fresh fruits
Hung in the sky.
Oh she doesn’t raise her head
To the sky anymore.
She only dreams when she sleeps.
Some say she never learnt how to
Fly, because she never tried to leap
Like a black plane with no tires.
She complains of her weight.
But runs effortlessly burying
Her head in the sand.
But how will she fly
If she don’t try?
Maybe she would flap
And flap and flap,
When the Earth gets so small
And she’s pushed to the wall.
Then she would transform
Into a black swan,
And soar like an eagle.
By Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.
