High, so high up
elegant windjammers
they ride the sky
all their sails aloft.
Once, twice,
in the frigid breeze
so faint, so high up
I hear their cries.
"We go! We go!"
Sunday morning music
13 hours ago
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Hi there -- I've been lurking for a while, but after reading that poem I just have to tell you: reading your blog and looking at pictures like that is welcome rest for my city-weary soul. Thank you.
Thank you, Miz Minka, that is very kind of you.
I'm ready to fly! Has to be some merit in our constant High Plains winds.
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