Freewheeling  Buzzards!

 

Soar! Soar! Into the sky;

Not so clear.

What vision is yours from upon high

looking down upon me?

I see you freewheeling, in the wind’s lee;

Carried by the current

you go where you please.

I am tied to the land,

my life is not so free!

 

What do you see from yonder pinnacle?

You sail above the towers,

lofty as they are, they cannot reach into the sky,

or move where breeze will carry as it wills.

Your wings in majesty fly

their winge’d soul, the cargo carried,

powerless but powered;

Each embraced by Nature’s servant

in vectors from the earth, ejected.

 

You are a true traveller!

Yet you must rely

for your survival on your skill

of locating your prey.

Fieldmouse, rat or other small rodent,

preferably alive and warm blooded;

You live on the lifeblood of others.

You compete for territory

defending that which you wish to keep.

 

Soar! Soar! Into the sky!

Our challenge to live or die;

Our dream to reach our goal,

to prosper and to fulfil our role.

We cannot fly so easily,

for we are so earthly.

Our feet plod out their steps

at a pace we sometimes accept!

To what great thing could we lift up our eye

if we too could soar and fly?

 

June 23rd. 1996 © Will George

 

Will George Poet

will-george-poet.co.uk