"Spoil Their Own Lairs" / by Marsha l. VonderBrink, by marsha Subscribe to rss feed for marsha

Wings outstretched to catch the roar of the wind,
lift my body to embrace the cool currents of air.
Power of soaring high under God's skies,
elite have the privilege of seeing first hand.

The world over which we play,
routes of prince, the paths of decay.
The way humans handle their puny affairs,
seed their fields, spoil their own lairs!

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Posted: 2009-04-25 06:05:42 UTC

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