I'll Fly Away
Now that I'm free to roam,
I'll fly away from my home,
away from home.
On my trusty steed with shiny chrome,
I'll fly away, fly away.
It makes no difference where I'm going,
she steers the course from its mooring.
My journey is never boring,
when I fly away, fly away.
From mountaintop to valley low,
there is no place I won't go,
when I fly away, away.
I'll be gone forever and a day,
when I fly away, fly away.
Won't you come with me sweet one?
From rainy day to blazing sun,
we'll fly away together.
No matter the weather,
always together, together.
And when our flying days are done,
we'll bask in the waning sun,
remembering all the fun we had,
Flying away, away.
Copyright 2011 © Ronald W. Hull
9/2/11
It meant "freedom", my final "destiny", and the ones I will leave behind when I "fly away". That's more than just the "chrome flight" :-)
Anna
Regis
you can taste the sweetness of freedom in flight. Great poem.
Mary
I wonder whether you prefer the day or the night sky, but both must be beautiful.
Blessings,
Christine
Make the of life while you are able to enjoy it.
"Fly Away."
Take care,
Sherry
your poem is inspired and uplifting ...