To fly like a bird, to have wings
To fly like a pig (if pigs could fly)
Over Battersea Park Power Station
A dart hitting the bullseye at the Palais
An airy spirit, a William Shakespeare, an Ariel
To be an angel on a wing and prayer
To see the Northern Lights in Norway.
Some interesting wishes. Not sure what is so cool about flying over Battersea Park Power Station?
I was fortunate not to have to go to Norway.
One below zero, crystal clear, night when I was 17, leaving the 4 lane bowling alley where I worked setting pins for the local Catholic Church. I was about halfway home, when above me, spreading from the zenith outward in every direction were Northern Lights in red, yellow, green and blue. A spectacular sight over North Central Wisconsin that is very rare and very few people will ever see when they think of Northern Lights as the usual undulating blueIsh-green curtains normally seen.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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I was fortunate not to have to go to Norway.
One below zero, crystal clear, night when I was 17, leaving the 4 lane bowling alley where I worked setting pins for the local Catholic Church. I was about halfway home, when above me, spreading from the zenith outward in every direction were Northern Lights in red, yellow, green and blue. A spectacular sight over North Central Wisconsin that is very rare and very few people will ever see when they think of Northern Lights as the usual undulating blueIsh-green curtains normally seen.
Ron