Brian Strand Poet Crystalline

Sequence High Fliers

Speckled starlings sing with delight
over flying ants in nuptial flight

I watch a swift swoop and pass
above an old meadow ,lush with grass

My fingers reach to touch that sky
where swallows circle,then southward fly

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Carrie Richards July 6, 2009 at 1:42 PM This poem has wings.....the beauty soars !! Nicely done, Brian ! ~ Love, Carrie

Krista Kurth July 6, 2009 at 11:32 AM Brian, I love the feel of this one. My husband wishes he could reach his fingers to the sky and fly like a bird. This poem captured that delightful sense of flight and longing.

Carolyn Devonshire July 6, 2009 at 9:40 AM Very nice image of the birds swooping, circling and flying south. Enjoyed this! Love, Carolyn