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
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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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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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