Free As A Bird Poem by James Toghill

Free As A Bird



A Graceful Figure Flying High
Perfect Blue No Cloudy Sky
Viewing Intensely Swooping My Prey
Across The Heaving Bustling Bay
Without A Worry Without A Care
Some May Feel This Is Not Fair
Far And Near Rarely Heard
This Perfect Life Free As A Bird

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: seaside
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on 4/07/2009 at Deal Beach Sitting against an old Boat While watching a Solitary Bird Swoop Down for his prey then Fly away in the distance
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