Humans fly everywhere fast and furiously.
Like a pack of starlings they take to there wings and fly.
Going in unison left then right most the time with tattered wings like there starling counterparts never knowing where to go.
But once in awhile they catch a draft and sore above clouds trees mountains traffic bosses and even bills.
They sore to the sky’s like eagles and there wings unfold and make great shadows on the ground below.
The Wright brothers at Kitty Hawk.
Armstrong on the moon.
Limburg over the Atlantic.
But not all who soured flew.
Edison had a bright idea.
Gram got burnt by long distance charges.
Fords machines race through the countryside still today.
And even some who became eagles are unknown.
I know people who soared on may 19, 1975
April 7 1978 - august 19 1985 – May 6 1986
November 19 1978 – April 24 1985 – March 20 1978
June 7 1977 – march 21 1996 - august 23 1998
May 11 2000 – April 5 2004
And you……your wings spread wide as you flew and took to the stars.
On March 22 1999 you soured to the stars and brought one back for us all to enjoy.
And they who are the greatest of all birds for they are called mother.
