The BirdA Poem by IDIt was the kind of bird that always gave Brian a thrill. A big, hawk-like creature, with wings spread, flying high above the ground.
I remember gazing for similar birds while on our rafting trip together. I felt a twinge of heartache a memory, an association, a sadness.
While looking up at this bird, I also felt jealous. For it had the whole sky over which to soar. It had total freedom, liberation. © 2009 ID |
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Added on July 16, 2009 |