A Buzzard Ride

This is an original poem, by me, that I wrote over five years ago.

A Buzzard Ride

In the middle
Of a beautiful day,
My heart would soar
And would not lay.

I would mount upon
Those buzzard wings,
And see the world
And everything.

So, just to soar
Above the trees
Would bring me to
The point of free.

To ease the burdens
Of every day
I would soar and soar,
And would not lay.

These hazy, lazy days of summer spent watching the turkey buzzards soar above us are some of the most enjoyable times of my life.