6-15-80 Fathers Day
It’s been a while since I’d been there,
Yet my first sight is old acquaintances in the air,
Their wheeling and turning brings delights of
Graceful thoughts,
And takes me on a windy wing,
As I close my eyes to dip and sway,
Hoping “twirl always be that way
The hawks move out of sight
And I to another place,
I no longer fear their plight
As I watch the humans race.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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