Long now I have loved the ground, Its bitter soil, its calming pull, But it was not always so. Long ago, I soared on high, Winged, I climbed the heights of sky, Then like Icarus I dreamed too far, And untethered touched the blinding fire, Then burning fell, a flaming pyre.
The first lines immediately made me think of Wordsworth, but I don't know Greek mythology so I had to look that up. It is good, very good. I like what you wrote about the ground - To love it's rhythm, it's ancient sound and grounded we are free to fly.
The first lines immediately made me think of Wordsworth, but I don't know Greek mythology so I had to look that up. It is good, very good. I like what you wrote about the ground - To love it's rhythm, it's ancient sound and grounded we are free to fly.