Over the fields and prairie
creeks and tree lines
endless miles
of countryside,
I survey my domain,
All MINE! All MINE!
The wind past my eyes
lifts me up or down.
A sound carries
on the wind
and I know
food is near.
I see motion
and swoop down,
the meal...
will me mine.
AH!
Life is good!
Love it you give the Hawk the joy of his wings. What a fine life he must have. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Duane.