Birds Flying High

Birds Flying High

A Poem by Brandee D. Hack
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It's finals time. So I am writing.

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A book bends with words and phrases
it takes us all to unknown places

the wind it swishes the atmosphere 
and spins the turning leaves on our ears.

The rain it falls: falls. falls. falls.
Like the Native past -- it calls. 

Swing and jazz waft in the air
like cigars in the tasteless American air.

'Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel?'
Like songs we hear swiftly as times flies by.

Empty coke can, no words can I express
how the world is found is such distress.

Blythe. A word that comes to mind.
Like the stories of old -- we all have a time.

Freedom oh ring out of what
words that are empty -- like my coffee pot.

Drip. Drip. Drip.
Birds fly high.
Onward. Onward. 
Fleeting through the sky.

© 2013 Brandee D. Hack


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Brandee D. Hack
Brandee D. Hack

Ireland Co.



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Hello all. My name is Brandee. I have wrote many different genres of writings for many years. I hope that by putting it up that that will help me get some feedback and constructive criticism. .. more..

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