The Flight Poem by samson sam
The Flight
He bugled
gloriously
full throated
from the mound
facing the setting sun
as if he was doing it for the first time.
His plumes were burning fire
as the fire in his breast,
he burned all his life
in the glow of his plumes
and flew westward in wild ecstasy
to meet the setting sun.
Daring adventures in life have to be indulged if we want to get the most of it! A 10.
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5/12/2024 6:56:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The glory of striking it out alone is wery well captured in this piece. Well written.