John Loving Iii Poet Free verse

Historical Flight's

wing's spread for morning flight
catching the wind at first dawns light
wings take me high , so high i might
see the place to end my flight

soaring above forest grandure green
scenes of mountains and glorious streams
only birds can see these things
for the eye's they were given 
were made to be keen

like a bird leaving Noah's Ark
searching for land just a small part
and perhaps a little something to take 
back to the Ark

 of long gone ancestors i dream
 like all birds, i dream

i dream of a bird sitting in a tree
i dream that that bird is waiting just for me
when i land she will not flee
she will have something just for me

there it is the tree
with one lone dove waiting just for me

i'll ascend , like the spirit 
of my ancestor before me
that landed upon the Messiah, gently
and rest with her i will not leave
from now on to her i'll cleave

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