Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
The Migration
I look upon the skies to see
A myriad flutt`ring wings
And hear above a symphony
A choir of feathered kings
Their music echoes through my mind
To fill my heart with joy
Such freedom do I seek to find
And earthly cares destroy
Lit by the moon`s soft glowing light
Their journey lingers on
Towards the dark expanse of night
Towards the distance sun
I know not where their journey wends
What verdant land their prize
Perhaps `tis where the rainbow ends
Perchance `tis Paradise
poem
by
Valerie Dohren
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black