Laying in the grass
Looking to the sky
Watching the mighty eagle
Soaring way up high
I unfurl my wings
And then I start to run
The wind begins to lift me up
And I join him in the sun
That is my wish
Though I know it will not be
Except in my mind
Where I have freedom to dream
A contest entry
- Sweet Dreams by Cerulean Sunrise.
1000 points, ended April 17, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Very nice thoughts.

