FLY HIGH

Fly HIgh

 

What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?

 

Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.

 

Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?

 

The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 

 

I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.

 

 

FLYING HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.

GOODBYE MOON

 

 

Our take off had been smooth.

In the dark we fly free.

We’re off to see the world.

Above mountains and sea.

Goodbye to one and all.

We don’t know where we’ll land.

Black water around us.

We might touch down on sand.

FLY HIGH

What does it feel like to fly?
Lifting off to reach the sky.
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high.
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land.
To the tune of a marching band.
Over water I go.
It would make a great show.

KNOCK KNOCK

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2983 by peter holme iii

A house with personality.

Its own unique character.

Sitting on a rise of land.

Watching.

Waiting.

Maybe it isn’t the house,

who is watching and waiting,

but the character who lives inside.

Trick or treat.

SEA OF GOLD

fuckingbizarre:

Sea of Gold by Maciej Bartnicki on 500px

The land beckons to you.

You want to sink your

feet into its soft sand.

You want to watch the

sun set

on its shimmering water.

The sand parts to show

its hidden treasures.

You stick your toes into

the cold water.

It is everything you’d imagined

and much more.

Dream your dreams and

someday they might come true.