I Roam

I‘m a pigeon Free in flight Circling blue skies up above Somewhere in the world Makes no difference to me Taking no particular pride Whether I hover over Paris Rainforest of Brazil Sunset at the Eiffel Tower Las Vegas or Bombay I find beauty everywhere I go Not particularly vain or ambitious I love my freedom I can’t be bought The open skies are Where I roam Be they over works of art Or mundane monstrosities I hardly notice manmade wonders I’m happiest when On a sunny day I land on a picnic table Near some busy chipwagon AP: 2nd place 2022 Submitted on April 14, 2020 for contest STRAND NO.730 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND Originally posted on February 9, 2020

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/10/2020 12:09:00 PM

I love your personification, pigeon.

Line Gauthier
Date: 2/10/2020 6:28:00 PM

Merci, Madame.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/9/2020 2:11:00 PM

For me, and maybe me only, this was a howl. Why? -- First, I forgot that pigeons can fly. All I ever see them doing is scouring the city sidewalks for crumbs... Then when I remembered they can fly, all I could think of is the white goop all over my car. LOL. Thanks, Line. Smiles, Gershon

Line Gauthier
Date: 2/9/2020 3:53:00 PM

Thanks for that visual, Gershon.