Author Karle Wilson Baker The Wind was my mother: The Wind is free. Then why am I planted in one same spot Like a tree? A Bird was my father: A Bird is free! No fruit shall they gather but sighs and songs Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments