RadishRose
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As The Crow Flies
- Thread starter Meanderer
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A Yeoman's Crow
William ShakespeareI sat watching the crows' silhouette amongst the dreary, bleary sky.
Watched it taken aback- progress, something the bitter wind denied.
I found hope in the fierce birds' struggle to reach its' leafless limb;
A limb blown bare by the freezing breezes from the arctic regions.
At last! A triumph for the bird of bad omens!
It lights low into the longing branches. Branches begging the heavens for warmer seasons.
Dead leaves deserted of the frozen oaks
Lay brittle and dried on the tombs of buried folks.
Perhaps the Earth has swallowed their souls,
But could they be spirits, on the surface on strolls?
Maybe this is where nature lends a voice of moans.
Surely, something must make the trees groan...
Smoke curling from the chimneys of people warming their homes
Drifts high into the wind- permeating and dispersing into the gray
wind gusts.
There is hope in that crow, because he perseveres.
He makes his way home through the whirlwind of doubt.
Caws with dignity, although, there isn't one, but me, that hears.
One last stoic glance and the crow is gone in another bout
On a restless journey. This quest of a life of 'going without'.
With nothing but wings and a single mindset,
That bird will make it. On THAT, I will bet!
RadishRose
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RadishRose
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