Once I flew from Earth to sky,
My arms were light bright feathers,
I didn’t ask how or why,
I simply had no tethers.
Flying high I couldn’t hear,
Any screaming from my home,
The horror would disappear,
And I was free to roam.
I flew through soft clouds of white,
I touched the heavens with ease,
My joy would light up the night,
As I danced among the trees.
Now my flying days are done,
I don’t recall the cruelty,
If one day I have a son,
I will teach him how to fly.
- Author: David Wakeling ( Offline)
- Published: November 4th, 2023 02:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
Comments1
Fly into that wonderful life that your son may have David.
Andy
Well he just finished his Phd so I guess he is flying at the moment.
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