Flying I. Dream of Flying.
As a child, I always longed to fly.
I would stand at one end of a field
And, with my wings which were part of my body,
I would start to run, wings outspread and pumping;
Slowly I arose into the air, my legs bending backward.
Straining ever-more, I strove with great effort
To rise higher and higher--the goal was to be able
To clear the hedge of trees which confronted me.
In my mind of imagination, I would always
Be relieved when I would always clear the trees.
Having accomplished my act towards complete freedom,
I winged my way across the world to pure adventure.
3 June 2023
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