"Hawk"
“Hawk”
through drifting fields of cotton, she flies,
above petty earthbound hatred, she glides,
below her people fight
about who’s wrong or right,
while she sails on unfettered,
far above the bickering crowds,
to her there’s nothing better,
through bright snowbanks of clouds, she’s free,
with freedom and abandon unknown to human souls,
she soars.
© Sam Hyde
12-28-86
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