Wings Poem by Michelle Garces Maraon

an eagle can soar, fly high to the the sky

than can never own sight..

spreading the wings with the feelings

of air, touching their feathers with

the sort of care.

flying up high further and further,

higher into higher.

further and further from the ground,

when started on the ground......



flocking their wings together made

it easier.when the wind blows, allowing

it swaying their wings into the blue sky.

dwelling the gravity

versus aim to fly high....



her wings are not so tough, not so strong

not to feel the weakness of her feathers.

instead she kept on going on, flocking on just to

reach the next mountain on the other side

of the sun.....................mgm