Bucket List
To see earth's face through angels’ eyes
Afloat upon cotton clouds 'neath the skies
And hear noth but the whistling soft winds
Which encircle me like feathered wings
Too long these feet of lead have held to ground
On stone where porous clay abound
While spirit yearns to ascend the heights
My bucket list consists of one sky jump
To soar blue skies o’er land and sea
Fly solo as a bird, keen and care free
Where noise and din then become dearth
My eyes will feast on the radiance of earth
As golden wheat fields sway to and fro
To softly land in mounds of hay below
~*~
03/02/13
Annalise Brigham
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