Wings of Freedom
Taking off from stone or branch in what seems
effortless ease, diversely angled as the creatures
of the sky rises along nature's breeze-flaps the
wings of destiny circling, ascending, diving, hovering,
gliding, alternating speed, weaving by currents beneath
the clouds.The boldest and truest symbol of freedom
a state of being that extends the imagination.The
course of higher yearning presents possibilities
endless.Aerial artistry brings on an ecstasy as the
watcher watches.Certain pleasures and maneuvers
reserved only for the feathered commanders, above
all lands standing taller than mountains with every
aspect of beauty.Travelers on their flights of
necessity and purpose.
poem by William Blackman
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