Poetry: Soaring Free

Soaring free among the clouds,

The ground is far below…

The wind upon my ears so loud,

Oh what a thrill to know…

To dip between these puffs of white,

So high above the trees…

So free to be, a great delight,

The joys that I could sieze.

© 2018 – James Sponseller – mindescapes.net


Categories: Nature, Poetry

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2 replies

  1. Aye matey, I be with you. I be seeing a cree-tur riding a white fluffy dog in yer cloud pic. They be soaring high indeed.

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  2. Pleased ye be likin it. Soarin tisn’t like the crow’s nest, an altogether different adventure. Thanks for stopping by!


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