Drone View of Icelandic Volcano
I Want to Be a Drone
I don't want to phone home.
Don't want to live all alone.
Don't want to gas guzzle roam.
I want to be a drone.
Fly high overhead and see,
just what the bird's perspective be.
Be able to fly so wild and free,
a whole new world open to me.
Be more than a sky streaker,
much more than a loud speaker.
far more than a scene stealer,
more like a universal truth seeker.
Learn more about Earth, my home.
Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull
1/18/24
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Shouldn't your copyright date be 2024, and 1/18/24, instead of 2025 and 1/18/25?
Just wondering!