Mark Normand


Fly On - Poem by Mark Normand

Happy is the bird who flies into the
star lit sky.
From every where the darkness glows,
as far as meets the eye.
So high up in the heavens, far above
the ground.
He is followed in formation, by those
who hear his sound.
Where does direction come from; who
tells him where to go?
Not comprehending what or why; he only
knows to flow.
No bright ideas to call his own, he's never
made a plan.
But there will be no snow upon the ground
where he will land.


Comments about Fly On by Mark Normand

  • Freshman - 947 Points Adeline Foster (7/22/2015 5:19:00 PM)

    I truly applaud your style and the ideas of your poems. Read mine - Brush Strokes -
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  • Freshman - 947 Points Adeline Foster (8/16/2012 2:13:00 PM)

    I agree below. An outstanding write. Read mine - Frustrated Plans -
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  • Rookie - 415 Points Captain Cur (8/12/2012 5:20:00 PM)

    Absolutely beautiful instinctual write!
    Precise, thoughtful and original. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Scott Clark (8/12/2012 1:45:00 PM)

    I like this poem. Good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 12, 2012



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