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
posted by Carey @ 7/19/2006 12:44:00 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Carey, it's very beautiful :)
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
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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