To: bentfeather
Summer Rides On Gossamer Wings
To drift on summer's breeze aboard the Dragonfly,
one sees the world from inches up in the sky,
and it makes the world seem larger as you go flying by.
Buzzing wings dull the mind and so restful it becomes,
that one might sleep the whole day through and then some,
under sultry summer's loving sun.
Take the time and fly away,
give yourself the chance to play,
and forget the world today.
816 posted on
11/21/2003 11:59:44 PM PST by
Trikebuilder
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
To: Trikebuilder
awwwwwwwww Trike, how I love the poem.
Thank You. So nice to see you.
821 posted on
11/22/2003 7:01:35 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(I have a sword in my hand. I am a poet bentfeather.)
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