Pure Poem by Charlie Annalls
Pure
Rating: ★5.0
There's a tiny bird
Who loves to fly
Not close to the ground
But way up high!
The lark, ascending,
Climbing for fun,
Riding the wind,
Touching the sun.
Watch her soar
At vast altitude,
Absorbed by her joy,
Glorious solitude!
Mischievous breezes
Toss her around,
'Til...tired and elated
She flies - homeward bound.
Friday, December 8, 2006
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4/30/2024 7:42:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely write, capturing the glorious sense of freedom of our feathered chums... Love it! Jxxx