Wouldn't it be nice to be able to fly
carefree and wild way up in the sky
Singing a song so happy and free
looking down on land and sea
What distant lands we could enjoy
see what is out there, oh what joy
Over mountains and valleys fly high and low
enjoy the sunshine, the rain but not any snow
To find a perfect place just to perch
as we look down below for a snack we would search
But we know we can't be a bird and fly
we're stuck down here looking up at the sky
Nice thoughts. ...♡♥♡ Almost
Nice thoughts.
...♡♥♡
Almost as nice as my life right now. ;-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
thanks, I have so many things
thanks, I have so many things in my head but putting them on paper doesn't always make sense, maybe a break through at last
What imaginative poetry,
What imaginative poetry, to fly like a bird and see it all, wonderful. Even as a bird we would have to land sometime and would be looking up at the sky again. Liked your poem, well written and a good read, a simple flight of imagination.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
thank you for your comment.
thank you for your comment. I'm sometimes jealous of those little birds, they don't like where they are they can just fly away yet, so many return where they came from
Flight
The imagination soars and I like the idea of being a bird. The things seen, the perspective, and yes, to leave at will or by instinct - nice write - Just Bein' Stella
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