watch the children fly
imitating birds at wing
tiny arms flapping
Did you pretend, as a child, to be a bird?
Could you fly so high, through the clouds,
feel their softness against your cheek and
even touch the suns rays?
I did, and it was such a joy, running through
the fresh mown grass, leaping and ...well..
Sometimes I rode a grand black stallion,
grabbing a very long stemmed weedy thing,
never knew its name.
But I could hold it and ride it like the
beautiful horse I knew it was.
Riding over mountains and through a lush valley
All in my yard. A country girl with space.
But then....I grew up.
linked with love to
please visit and find
more haiku and sweet visions
Gentle thoughts to consider:
Be content with what you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
When you realize there is nothing lacking,
the whole world belongs to you.
True mastery can be gained
by letting things go their own way.
It can't be gained by interfering.
Go with Blessings