Skylark
I dreamt of living
Where the song of the
Skylark’s singing is
Constantly with me.
The lark rises to
Announce his right to
Territory. He
Flies with such vigour
To reach imposing
Heights. Once on high, he
Saunters on outspread
Wings and parachutes
Through the liquid notes
Which fall before him
To my landlocked self.
But why should a song
With solitary
Purpose beguile with
Its simple beauty?
He sings to ward off
Rivals, yet brings a
Lightness to my life.
Dave Urmston c 2017
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