Poetry Contest Entry

Thoughts On The Wing

~By Babel

I have lived my life as a bird on the wing
Caring little for the ground far below
Not thinking of my landing-place,
Nor remembering from whence I came.
As I flew, guided by the winds and zephyrs
of capricious fate, I slowly perceived
That I no longer flew alone;
Other travellers joined me in flight.
The joy of soaring and swooping; wind-riding
And the thrill of freedom - all were increased
By the kinship with my fellows -
I need not be alone in the sky.
For that, I am grateful. My epic journey
Is all the sweeter for being shared;
My destination is far-off
And I do not fear arriving.

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