Song of the Skylarks
SONG OF THE SKYLARKS
Oh, freedom is full-flung unbounded:
Riding the light wind’s wave
On invisible surf crest,
Diving fast with wings withdrawn,
Beating down the air and gliding at full speed,
Floating, rolling, soaring into the sun:
Tireless, ever hovering unbonded.
Cradled in the bosom of the air,
Sleeping on the wing over the dark earth;
Necks a-stretch in formation heading south :
Pointing down a sure course,
Driving hard, bound for home.
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest - Flying
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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