Flying

[CdnReader]

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Flying

There are many places across this land
where my soul takes wing,
lifted above the mundane worries
that fill my days

I have looked down from the sky to see
puddles of farmyards
amongst squares of green and gold

barns and houses huddled together
as though protecting each other
from cloud-shadows that converge
and engulf

and rivers,
like sparkling ribbons,
fallen loosely across
the prairie's fabric

I have gazed across northern lakes
in the early morning mist
and listened to mated loons
as they dive, surface, and call to each other

...dive, surface, call
......dive, surface, call
.........dive, surface, call

reassuring each other
of their continued presence,
and the forest looks on,
deeply satisfied.

And I have returned to my roots
where the geography is about
the people...
the faces and the voices
that have offered me these wings.

Soon I will go again
to follow the call of the sea,
the call that pulls me
ever forward.


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[Dark Muse]

I love this, such beautiful description. I thought the ending was great, and

I loved this


have gazed across northern lakes
in the early morning mist
and listened to mated loons
as they dive, surface, and call to each other

...dive, surface, call
......dive, surface, call
.........dive, surface, call

reassuring each other
of their continued presence,
and the forest looks on,
deeply satisfied.

The pome made me think of when I am flying and look out the plane window and the ground below looks like a quilt with the different colors of greens, and yellows, and blue and brown.

[goldenrod]

Your poem reminds me why I love this country so much!

goldenrod.


"I looked and looked but I didn't see God. -- Yuri Gagarin"

Perhaps more pertinent, did God look and see Yuri Gagarin?!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I especially love


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reassuring each other
of their continued presence,
and the forest looks on,
deeply satisfied.

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and the whole of it reminds me happily of an NFB short in which - to the accompaniment of "Oh, Canada" - one flew leisurely across a contoured map of the whole of this varied vast country...

[Pendragon]

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Soon I will go again
to follow the call of the sea,
the call that pulls me
ever forward.


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Lovely! I hear it calling myself! :thumbs_up

[blazeofglory]

I like the stuff in your poem.

[CdnReader]

Thank you very much, Dark Muse, Goldenrod, Prince Myshkin, Pen and Blaze. I'm pleased that you enjoyed this one.


"I looked and looked but I didn't see God. -- Yuri Gagarin"

Perhaps more pertinent, did God look and see Yuri Gagarin?!

Goldenrod, next time I see God, I'll DEFINITELY ask him about that. :)



and the whole of it reminds me happily of an NFB short in which - to the accompaniment of "Oh, Canada" - one flew leisurely across a contoured map of the whole of this varied vast country...

Or maybe one of those old video clips (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhaCTxO_PAo), that used to appear on the CBC? The opening music just BREATHES of Canada, doesn't it??