Flying

I’m flying; I’m flying so high.

I rise without the slightest care

And feel that I could touch the sky.

I look down at the Earth, so rare –

Perhaps unique – yet compromised

By our neglect and non-respect

Of sacred duty to protect

The wonders nature has devised.

◄ The Shortest Day

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John Coopey

Tue 28th Dec 2021 18:55

We’re behaving like irresponsible tenants. Unfortunately, we won’t get another property.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 27th Dec 2021 17:26

Thank you for the comments, Tom and John. I tried to make the first few lines reflect the sense of freedom which would come from flying above the Earth, while the second part expresses, as you say John, concern about the state of the planet. So both your comments were very much to the point (grateful for the humour, Tom).

And thanks to Rudyard, Holden, Brenda, KJ and Nigel for the likes.

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John Botterill

Mon 27th Dec 2021 11:36

I sense some foreboding also, Stephen. We're not looking after what we've been given.

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Tom Doolan

Sun 26th Dec 2021 19:00

Very uplifting Stephen. 😁👍

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