"They flew over in November I think I remember." he said on his death bed that day. "I love to watch the groups 100 or more. to whatch them fly to watch them soar." He closed his eyes to visualize, but never again did he open those eyes. I ran to the bridge ready to jump ready to die and leave this miserable dump When I heard thm calling in the distance I was reminded of the worth of my existence There they were in a perfect V for any one that took the time to look up to see I did not jump that day for whatever reason that is the best part of this season "They flew over in November I think I remember" That is what I tell my kids these days. "To whatch them fly to whatch them soar."
Reason for writing:
this poem when compaired to my others goes to show that I am a broad ranged writer. This is one of my personal favorites.
Birth sign: Pisces
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