Memories of a Free Bird

The air of a breeze- 

a lonely day

a beautiful thing.

Hair in the wind-

heart to the sky

sun on my skin.

Hopes up high- 

no troubles within 

no trouble to try. 

Two feet on the ground-

one head in the clouds

all beautiful sounds. 

A million at once-

what a beautiful sky, 

what a beautiful day, 

what a beautiful life. 

Author's Note

Anything at all, good or bad, review please!

Reviews

[Arsh]

I can imagine how a wind blows your beautiful fragrant hair to hearts. Another one of my favorite writes.. cause, I come to know the value of "freedom" through such poetic verses of simplicity. Candidly, sorry to say but .. I gotta say, you're oneself a fragile bird having wings to freedom that can fly ov`r any one`s heart with cold breezes. Excellent poem as expected!

[NicholeHemstock]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the hope and energy of the poem. The freedom we have known cannot be forgotten. Your words took me to good places and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Not Your Typical New Yo..]

Birds are free. They don't know how lucky they are, to have the ability to roam the skies, to travel miles without getting tired. They're amazing. And nice job with this imagery as well.

[Michael G. Smith]

Very catchy, simple and honest. Love it!

[NicholeHemstock]

Thank you!:)

[J_Star]

I like how expansive this feels, like my heart kinda opens up as I read it and i'm reminded to pause and take a deep breath and smile. Nice work!

[NicholeHemstock]

Thank you so much! :)

[J_Star]

you're welcome :)