Flight of Freedom
North, south, east or west
which way they’ll go, we know not best.
The butterfly course is often loose
its hectic path we can’t deduce.
The hawk, it goes from tree to tree
and often times he’s hard to see
like where he lights or when he goes
or what he does or what he knows
That makes it hard to track his flight;
to keep him in your line of sight
because he hides against the sun
and climbs the thermals, one by one.
Until he’s all but out of view,
way up high against the blue
where he can see for miles around
the smallest thing that’s on the ground.
We’re surely jealous of his flights
his climbing prowess to awesome heights
his need of freedom, his view on high
of where he lives….up in the sky.
There is good reason to be like him
To live our lives…. at the brim
To protect all freedom from tyranny’s hold
and tell its story….’til all behold.
© 2012 t. j. gargano