Published on August 29, 2005 By Death_By_Beebles In Poetry
If you compare yourself
to a high and powerful
hawk
bold and fearless
strong and mighty

Remember this -

I can be a lowly dove
and beat my little wings
and still
fly higher than
you could ever.

Wings just push the air.
It's the heart that makes you fly.

Comments
on Aug 29, 2005
I loved this!
on Aug 30, 2005
Bravo Alex!!

~carebear~
on Aug 30, 2005
Well...if the wings are big enough you could glide up quite easily with the thermals....so, the bigger the better in that situation.

But I get what you're saying.

Great poem, Al.

~Zoo
on Aug 30, 2005
I loved this!


Thank you!

Bravo Alex!!


And you!

Well...if the wings are big enough you could glide up quite easily with the thermals....so, the bigger the better in that situation.


You never can resist being a jackass, can you Shaun? j/k
on Aug 30, 2005
You never can resist being a jackass, can you Shaun?


Yeah...that's been rather hard for him lately. j/k. love ya shaun! lol.

~carebear~
on Aug 30, 2005
You never can resist being a jackass, can you Shaun?


I'm an opportunist

~Zoo
on Aug 30, 2005
I'm an opportunist


Yes....I see that.

~carebear~
on Aug 30, 2005
Wow, thanks so much for fixing my computer! You and that other trumpet guy, the smoker, I forget his name, totally rock. And I really like this poem.
on Aug 31, 2005
His name is Steve, and it's no problem
on Aug 31, 2005
lol, Steve! How much fun are you having with that one?

Capt. over and out!
on Sep 01, 2005
Steve's cool. He smokes though Not a real big fan of that.

Yesterday it was raining really badly and he had to lite up under a bush.