the goat farm

Posted: December 11, 2011 in Poems, Travel
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silver birds fight
to find the wheat land waypoint,
struggle with the south westerly
blowing sunday’s sky clean
of white tales.
Sideways glides and power compensations
make the place of turns
then, at waypoint hammersmith
elements batter and bend flight.
Trying to find the waypoint for approach:
laser, satellite, computer and synapse
battle to hub, eyes and seatbelts tight.
But the calculation obstacle course
of raw natural power
runs away from waypoint goat farm
or row of cottages on the heath.

dwk

Comments
  1. abichica says:

    I amazing, i really enjoyed it, i especially like the first sentence ” silver birds fight”… 🙂

    Like

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