Too Far Free
Some feathers, wax and strings
Father fashioned Boy his wings
Admonished him to take a care
As he sprung into the air
Cautioned him to not fly far
To hide from Sun, Earth’s brightest star.
But Sun shone bright on that fair day
And Wind, she floated o’er the bay.
The boy was too far free
As he soared above the beckoning sea.
Sun shone bright on that glorious day
Lighting up his wide pathway
He spread his wings and soared,
To seek and find the unexplored.
His shoulders bore the wings that flew…
They bore the weight of freedom, too.
His graceful fall into the waves
Was only watched by Sun’s bright rays
The feathers, wax and strings -
All that’s left of his strong wings -
Float upon the water’s crest
And Sea holds him within her breast.
His father mourns, he tells the sea
He was my son,
And he was too far free.
- Me. 12/08/09
August 13th, 2009 at 11:15 pm
I likes it!
Although with one line…
The boy was too far free
Something makes me think would go better as.
His son was too far free or Son was far to free.
Although the Son to far free part makes it sound like its coming from the father.
His Son makes it go along more with the fact that the wings were made by the father.
I duno, your the soon to be teacher, Im just a rambling fool