To Soar

A Poem By Sarah // 11/7/2007

To fly like a bird,
Soaring in the heavens,
The air rushing past your face,
Creating a roar.

To be above the clouds,
No engine's noise obscuring
The passing eagle's cry.
To fly.

To be the master of the sky,
To know it's every trick,
To ride an updraft,
Rushing upwards on it's power.

To rest, on a pinnacle of rock,
Higher than the highest climber's reach.
To know, that you are the stuff of legends,
And in every poet's dream.



Cool! that sounds nice some times. Just to fly away and have no worries while your soaring through the air.

Velocity | Mon, 11/12/2007

The Truth will set you free.

Thank you Velocity!

Thankyou Velocity! While that wasn't quite the image I was trying to portray, thanks for your comment

Sarah | Sat, 12/01/2007

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

Very nice. I love how you

Very nice. I love how you wrote it!

Emily-Smileygirl (not verified) | Sat, 12/01/2007