Swallow in FlightI see a swallow dart through the sky.

Its aerial dance proves that it is free.
As I marvel, I wonder who the choreographer is.

In the barn, there is a mountain of hay.
I play there jumping from bale to bale.
I can have fun today without any responsibilities.

I have begun to grow up now.
What I want most is to be myself.
I notice a bird near my home again.
Its freedom inspires me to excel.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2014 W. Wayne B.
Original image. By Carol Von Canon Image license

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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