watch the children fly
imitating birds at wing
tiny arms flapping
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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..
flying.
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.
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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.
......Lao-tzu
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Hello,
ReplyDeleteI love this haiku, I did pretend to fly like a bird.
Enjoy your day, wishing you a happy weekend!
I never grew up, and still hope to find my wings...
ReplyDeleteI knew without a shadow of doubt when I was a child that... I was a mermaid... and like the Elephant's Child... I hope my inner kid never stops flying, or riding black stallions, or flicking my tail at the waves of the ocean.
ReplyDeleteI can remember "flying" like that as a child and watching my children do the same! It is sooo freeing! Thank you and have a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeletei have dreams-where i am flying above the beautiful earth. real sleeping dreams where my human body defies gravity and is as graceful as a poem. thank you for reminding me. xo
ReplyDeleteI wish I could fly like a bird, take wing. And I'm no child.
ReplyDeleteLove your haiku today.
Yes, I pretended to fly when I was a child. I would sit up high in the trees in our garden and I could see out over the neighborhood. It was a very freeing feeling.
ReplyDeleteI used to do that as a child--flap my wings. Hahaha! (I'm guessing most everyone has had this experience.)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I did all that too... a countrygirl near the seaside and I was a seagull and now that I grew older, I still 'fly on my art journal pages'... thanks for these wonderful words Judie
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku and blessing Judy. Ah yes those day, arms could be bird or aeroplane wings
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I suppose I've been grown up for quite a while now, but I still dream of flying.
ReplyDeleteI always pretended to be an owl. I just thought they look so cool perching, looking at the world with studious eyes.
ReplyDeleteThe imagination of a child is amazing, part of growing up.
ReplyDeleteYes, I always imagined what it must be like to be a bird and soar high up.
A lovely haiku.
All the best Jan
Absolutely. Spreading my arms. Twirling around. Head thrown back. Heck! I still do it. Of course, now I'm a bit self-conscious about it. But if I'm noticed, it makes for a good laugh.
ReplyDeleteAs a child I wanted to be Superman, so I pinned a bath towel around my shoulders, and ran as fast as I could to make the towel billow out behind me. I was flying!
ReplyDeleteI just remember, always cutting all my dolls hair! LOL! So true, when you realize, nothing is lacking, there is such content in your soul! Big Hugs!
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