My Poems

Flying on the Ground

Have you ever felt the chill of wind
Rushing past your face?
On a mountains cold descend
Of rushing down with pace.

Have you seen the trees pass by
In a blur of green and white?
Knowing what it's like to fly
Over snow reflecting light

To be so free
With nothing to stop you
A slight bend of the knee
To forget all you have gone through

You don't have to worry
Or have a care in sight
No reason to hurry
When you're free from wrong and right