It's not clipped wings that keep me earthbound
Fear of heights makes me stay on the ground
Over seas and woods jitters abound
If I fall wiil I be speared or drowned
What must I do to again be sound
High in the sky flap round and round
And if lucky become renowned
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest #161: ideas by penman, contest 3 by daviscth.
500 points, ended November 24, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a wonderful take on the prompt and I don't think I've seen this form before. Thanks for the entry. I loved the imagery.

