Where was I 'trained'?
To use my brain?
To realize it had a better use...
Than to sit enclosed
...
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Howlin' is always bang on, and to both of his comments, repeated. And also... this is one of the best of yours I have read. It resonates. I feel it. Be that for good or bad personally, it sure is the mark of a fine poem. t x
This is a song of the eagle, soaring high above earth and yet, gently swooping down to sit on high trees, every evening. Soaring, grounded and real! Great writing Lawrence Cheers Anita