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My Mind Takes Flight, With Birds so Bright
The dark of night, by a silver moon's light,
brings out the fancy, of my flight,
As the hooting owl, an evening pal,
the sharp refrain of Whippoorwill, shrill,
the parting notes of the night birds' call,
such beauty, in these sounds, to be of all,
A wish to join them, then comes to my mind,
enhances the senses, of an enjoyable kind.
When morning comes in glorious sunshine,
birds, all to greet, in breezes, so fine,
The chilling air and smells of the wood,
add meaning to life, and insure its good.
The black crows call from a distant field,
send a fond hello, in their duties, so filled,
The quacking ducks and cackling of geese,
on the lake below, seem not to cease.
The feathered friends, of plumage grand,
All to fly and then to circle, all above the land,
Their cheerful chatter, in such joyous sounds,
they, to all broadcast, in echoing resounds.
The hawks, the eagles, in winds on high,
seem to touch the limits, of a beautiful sky.
They stretch their wings to catch the drafts,
flying over hill and dale, in morning wafts.
As I stand on my cabin's small front porch,
a vision so lovely, a rising sun's grand torch,
The reds and golds, amid blue pastels,
awakening the senses with sights and smells.
Myriad in numbers, of the feathered kind,
do communicate, and in the birding mind,
My thoughts, of wonder, wish to join each one,
to brush the clouds, then, reaching for the sun.
I'd leave behind this world of such toil,
so well entrenched, within the hard ground's soil.
Then to climb the stories of the great clay cliffs,
soaring up and over, the marbled rifts,
When my mind takes it flight, amid the blue, up high,
there are no limits for any, to ever so deny.
Cool breezes upon my face, give a feeling of home,
and in such a welcomed grace, for me to roam.
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