Crowing along the way with wisdom and practical advice
|This is the first poem I have written in it seems forever. What think ye? And, can you guess what it depicts?
As the Crow Flies
I have wondered, nightly wandering
Over sidewalks having known so well.
But treading not upon sacred places
I did float in and out of treetop spaces,
Leaving not the faintest traces.
And as I floated I nearly gloated,
To think my soaring a gift from above.
But the morn shown garish, causing my dream to perish,
Into a fantasy of childhood love.
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