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If I Could Fly ( a poem of inspiration)
Feathered creatures all to fly with such ease,
High in the sky, way above the tallest trees,
To dip and curl, among winds that all swirl,
Their flights carried by the errant breeze.
What must they see so high up in the air,
As tiny specks, they all must declare.
Amid sunlight's warmth and blue skies, rare,
Does greet each one, in climes so fair?
My envy I will impart to each precious one,
The vibrant birds and in their own domain,
Mere mortals to walk upon the green earth,
While up in the skies, wildfowl do surely reign.
As they all do glide and then to swoop about,
Barely a fond wing does flap or to strain,
Their visions, are so sharp, so very keen,
While on the smallest of objects to train.
In marshy swamps, those majestic Bayou birds ,
The Herons, wild Rails and the white Cranes,
So stoic are they, and to move with such ease,
As statuesque, to watch over watery lanes.
The waterfowl, bright wild ducks and grey geese,
Never are they still or their chattering to cease.
Their flights are all lovely, in formation as they fly,
As through storms and strong winds, all do ply.
The Warblers, song birds are such a fine treat,
By night and day, their fine lullabies, so sweet.
The great hawks, owls and eagles, to rule the skies,
As from great heights, dart and dive, then to arise.
The Humming birds, sparrows and small wrens,
All work so hard, as each new day begins.
Woodpeckers, Starlings, the black birds, all around,
As red birds, blue birds, the yellow and brown.
So captivating, admired, these small feathered friends,
Their airways and byways, seems to be without end.
They fly in such freedom, seemingly without any care,
Greet every Springtime, when they dance as a pair.
Yes...I would fly...feel the cool air in my face, in the sky,
Soar like an eagle, over hill and dale, to give my shrill call.
I would feel the freedom of spirit...our feathered ones to know,
Smile, as I look from above, on the broad valleys below.
At night...I would leave my silhouette by the brightest moonlight,
Wing my way over the terrain...the rivers and valleys, in my sight,
I would kiss the stars of the Milky Way, give chase to a comets fire,
I would relish in such grandeur, a fondest wish, meet my own desire.
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