Flying Free Happiness Poem by Lamar Cole

Flying Free Happiness



He was a feather drifting on the wind.
His life travels took him wherever the wind blew.
He could call no place home.
And he knew that he would never settle down.
He was like wild geese.
He found peace and happiness when he was flying free.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Practicing Poetess 20 September 2019

You just perfectly described a person that I know, Lamar! (He was my ramblin' man, with itchy feet.) : -)

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