Line Gauthier Poet Personification

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

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Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2020 at 12:09 PM I love your personification, pigeon. Line Gauthier February 10, 2020 at 6:28 PM Merci, Madame.

Gershon Wolf February 9, 2020 at 2:11 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 February 9, 2020 at 3:53 PM Thanks for that visual, Gershon.