take me there
Ascend above with wings spread wide
Buoyed on air pillows safely glide
Challenge the wind to lift high
Turn and ride her ‘till eve is nigh
Each feather linked as one
Wheeling, turning beneath the sun
Streamlined master of the air
Formed of graceful beauty fair
Above the tremors of the ground
Mid skies of lofty blue you’re found
Oh Egret won’t you take me there
Where I can soar without a care
Note: I took this photo of a Great Egret at the St. Augustine Alligator Farm Zoological Park in Florida. The bird is wild and currently nesting at the zoo’s rookery. When I captured the this image, the egret had just left its mate in search of an appropriate twig to add to their nest. Note the bird’s breeding dress of a green face and plumes folded over its legs in flight.
My wonder at the egret’s superb flying ability and my longing for such freedom formed the inspiration for this piece of poetry.