POETRY SPACE

FAR FROM EAST
By Lawrence D. Reynolds

I fly among the trees up high in the sky.
I rustle with the leaves as my wings take me by.
I rest among the shadows dim.
But I could never ever be one of them.

I cry into the clouds as I soar through the air.
My joyful songs of life can be heard anywhere.
I love to chirp over the sea.
But it could never ever be part of me.

I love to feel the earth squeeze beneath every toe.
I creep throughout the fine blades of grass down below.
I cherish every hill I roam.
But this could never ever be dubbed my home.

I’m thankful for the landscape, the sky and the sea.
And every hand of kindness extended to me.
What place can match this daily Feast?

But I could never ever, be far from East…

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