Sometimes we ride high enough
to see the backs of eagles, bronze
wings tracing steep hillside oats
a glide. Even horses pause
to take notice. You can feel envy
rise beneath you, becoming one
another for a moment—prolonged
instants we crave, yet cannot hold
with minds a grip. But letting go
we float the thermals to Olympus
to bring back lightning, thunder—
with luck a poem and some rain.
drycrikjournal 
Lofty, simply lofty . . .
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Alone with nature frees the imagination to wonder to wonderful places. A poem frees it to be shared. Thank you for sharing with us.
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