As I sit
and observe
the silver arrow heads
cutting through
the light blue sky,
I wonder were
they are all going
and why?
i'd change it to: i wonder where they are all going and why? p'haps....? best care, Sus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dream to take flight as you see the silver arrows cutting through the sky. Love it Dave! Patricia Gale