THE POSSIBILITY 2012-03-29 I know I was born to fly with birds of prey up high. They show me streams and waves, I spiral up the sky To see rivers and fields so fine. Castles and spires are mine And brooks and lakes they shine. Railway tracks and winds combine Into a travel state of mind. Every glide is one of a kind. I can steal eons of time, I can hear the bells chime, I can see colors of paradise: Purple haze and blues they rise As the edges of currents swirl And twirl in my fancy whirl. The hawk winked and rolled, The buzzard flapped, flared and stalled, And the kite quietly whispered He knew I could. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 284 Back to home