Flying into the dream,
Featherheads light
On the wing,
Lost in the fabled magic of flight
Following the sun,
Following the moon,
Following the wind
Into unread distances
Along the long coast lines
Of grounded continents
As if by magic discovered
Out of thin air and stars
Along the lines
Of feeding grounds,
Nesting grounds,
Eggs hatched,
Fledglings fledged and flown
From half remembered perches
Among the tangled trees
On the shores of distant lakes,
Half remembered roosts
Along the long migrations,
Distances, journeys,
Wild nights on the wing,
Bones as light as feathers,
Lifted, set, launched
Upwards and outwards
Along the long fabled migrations,
A life of open air
And boundless horizons,
Feet never quite touching the ground
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Author Notes
I dedicated this poem to my niece Kaylynn, who loves birds, and animals. It's a subject well suited to an exploration of free verse I think, a poem of navigating open spaces, imagination, living life on the wing. Much of the musical elements have to do with rhythm, and alliteration, and repetition. So for those who love birds, I hope you enjoy it. My yard is always full of bluebirds, cardinals and robins, so I get to enjoy them every day.estory
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