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Soaring
Contributed by
ThornMEngla
on
Thursday, 11th July 2002 @ 01:40:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
PoemsonBeauty
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Up high upon a lavish hill
a peacocks struts in idleness.
While down below the craggy rill
the pigeon tries, in wilderness,
to fluff her feathers in the wind,
and labors to be beautiful.
The peacock came to her and grinned
and spread his feathers fanciful.
"So little art have I," said she
with daunting head bowed to and fro.
"Tis true, so little art I see,
you do not have my fancy glow.
You do not have the social grace
like me," the peacocks smirked with scorn.
"When will you ever learn your place,
the station in which you were born?"
Then asked, with his bold chesting tease,
"why do you soar up through the sky?"
At that the pigeon caught the breeze
his painful words had made her cry.
Now, far above the world she flew
her tear drops shinning in the sun.
She heard, "To thine own self be true.
Know that you are a special one."
She soared with pride down by the sea.
"I can go anywhere," said she.
How arrogant and callous be
the peacocks of society.
Copyright ©
ThornMEngla
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2002-07-11 13:40:42] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Soaring
(User Rating: 1 ) by Chrissie on
Sunday, 21st July 2002 @ 03:48:51 AM AEST (User
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I love this piece..and how true than beauty is only skin deep..
Chrissie |
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