"Fly away"....kronk

On a warm and muggy morning

my spirit did go roaming,

away from southern lattitudes,

up towards the northern way.


Soaring high, I marked the boundries of

the ancient inland sea.

I tore across the jet-stream,

as the ice rain pelted me.


Veering west I looked upon

the wide Missouri Breaks,

then crossed the land of the Iowas

to the great cold-water lakes.


In that land of ancient stone and greenwood

I am seeking-

A woman-child, whose heart

is always open to my treating-


Leather wings are folded

at the moment of the dawn.

Into the olden wood before

the sentinel's alarm-


Sense the furtive footfalls-

Hear the panting of the hound-

Feel the love and tenderness-

Her arms encircle round-


Sweet perfume of woman

emanating all through me-

One so kind and wonderful

that she would hug a tree-



Anabel, Oh White Lady. Thank you for your soothing words, my friend...:)

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