[Soaring Feather]

The following is a link to an interesting website.

http://extra.waag.org/users/aske/moviez/sicaf_sand.wmv

It is graphic intensive but very interesting.

[Soaring Feather]

Doors

We open so many doors
along life's traverse
We laugh in sunshine
mope in rains
pull ourselves up
by bootstrap reins
stick out our neck
with rhyming words
and learn that we are not toads


We learn to laugh along the way
after we've done a long dark day
and awoke to see the sun had been
up and shinning when we've not been in
to taking life by lead and strutting around
filling our need of mixing up the rough
and soft of life lifting us aloft...

My larder full, my friends a plenty
a poets loft is never empty
dusty, yes from lack of use
or from stimulating the juice
that keeps us humming to the brim
of words falling on the page to her and him,
in The Sounds Of Silence.
bentfeather
Copyright (c) 2.06.2005