19 July 2006

Here's the poem I promised....

This is what happens when I fly and get into a poetic mood:

"Free"

Aloft, I survey the sea of clouds --
Freed from the confines of earth.

The hazy, blue veil covers

A patchwork of land below.

I see an ethereal mountain range,

Before the vast expanse of Blue

Opens before my wondering eyes.

O, that I were a bird!

To leave this earth as I please --

Loosed from the shackles of gravity.

Carey Nofziger
14 July 2006
8:00 AM

3 Comments:

At 19 July, 2006 13:19, Blogger Redeemed said...

Carey, it's very beautiful :)

 
At 19 July, 2006 13:49, Blogger Ednella said...

Lol, I know what you mean about "flying and getting that poetic mood"!! I get that way just seeing any bird fly. Ethereal-- don't you just love that word? I do.

Sorry I haven't been reading lately. I found a blog network that I really like, but it excludes a few of the blogs I used to read more regularly, so if I want to read those blogs I have to go to my sidebar and find them because I'm not good with URLs. I used to have RSS feeds on all of them, but my compy keeps getting reformatted. Anyways...

Grace and peace,
~Nella

 
At 19 July, 2006 16:24, Blogger Carey said...

Thanks, Sarah!

Glad to see you back, Nella! I haven't been very good about keeping up either (due to lots of travelling and work), so the apology is mutual.
Yes, I love the word "ethereal" -- sounds elvish, doesn't it?

 

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