Freedom Of Flight Poem by Albert Caylor

Storm approaching...swirling. gusting winds
Dark clouds rolling in..., There's two new friends!
Soaring, flying, floating on their wings
Oh what joy! ..., what peace..., Should I sing?

Their piercing, echoing calls fill up the air
The Hawks are saying, 'Come fly...do you dare? '
Partners in flight, the hawks repeat their call
'Don't you wish you could fly, and never fall? '

They soar high above, their call beckons me
They wave their wings goodbye..., say 'We are free! '
Free to lift ourselves and fly to wherever
Don't think I'll forget this morn, forever...or ever.

Jan 29th 2013