Saturday 30 June 2012


Amongst the clouds

Riding high, racing through the sky
Slip streaming, never asking why

Floating, soaring above the trees
Freedom to do whatever I please

Being tossed around the stars
Knowing that all I see is ours

Somersaults and cartwheels
Knowing how true freedom feels

Soft fluffy clouds to stop my fall
Wow! this is great to have it all.

I have no fears to worry me
For I have peace and harmony



I have always enjoyed the feeling of floating, and really enjoyed my time piloting a glider, this is a memory that has stayed with me.  The peace and harmony with the eliments.

1 comment:

  1. That was lovely...one gets the drift floating in this poem

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