Two poems

These two poems were given to me by my mom several years ago. I believe she wrote them when I was fairly young — but I don’t know exactly when, and when I asked her about it recently, she couldn’t recall either. I’ve had them stowed safely away in my Treasure Box, waiting for a good time to share them […]

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Now we are free

High in the heavens a bird circled slowly, as if looking for the perfect landing spot. The wind carried him gently, as his wings moved in a steady rhythm, then stilled as he glided. He circled once, then twice, always moving slowly, steadily, gracefully. Below him lay civilization: streets, buildings, and man. As the bird circled once more, a small […]

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