”Poppies will put them to sleep” — Wicked Witch
air currents warm and soft
will fill my red red wings
lifting me excitedly aloft
carried off in free flight
I will feel the rush
as I’m swept up high
into the azure sky
lost in this thrill
spellbound — I fly
I will soar fast and free
above the trees and sea
undulating far below me
listening as I feel
the warm winds’ whisper
I will watch the world
roll silently to infinity
over the far horizon
floating upward rapidly
climbing further skyward
I will now be on my way
so I must close my eyes
then sail off far away
dreaming deep and still
‘midst these sweet poppies’ sway
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Sunday Muse
”FLYING” high with the Beatles
Day 9 poetry at: NaPoWriMo 2021