I look up into the clear blue sky,
The occasional white cloud
Bubbling before me.
Then I hear a sound,
A plaintiff call above me.
Looking towards that sound
I see it,
I see the buzzard.
Its wings outstretched
Sailing with ease in circles,
Each circle taking it higher.
A life so relaxed and beautiful
As it sails in Nature’s glory,
Sails to easily.
Then the thought comes to me
That is what I want to be,
I want to be a buzzard
When this life ends
And my new life begins.
I want to sail above the earth
Looking down on the glory,
The glory that Nature brings to me,
And has brought to me
When I walked on this planet.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2022 02:17
- Comment from author about the poem: If ever you see a buzzard in the sky, remember me.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Good write Gold.
I'm just an old buzzard, as they say, annoying everyone! lol.
Thank you Orchi.
So nice to look down from above and fly high in the sky. What a wonderful wish.
Most kind Rozina, I always think of this when I see a buzzard sailing in the air.
Andy
Amen to that Andy.
Thank you John.
Andy
Beautiful write
Most kind, much appreciated.
Andy
Beautiful images and yes I too would love to soar but I'm afraid that the restaurants they frequent are not on my list. An uplifting write Gold
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