Flights of Fancy
Dreams, birds of life,
Faith and hope elevated on their wings.
Escape is sweet, to leave the worldly things.
Thoughts, mind set free,
Flit and fly, unrestricted, far away.
Earthbound once more to fly another day.
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As a young adult, four lines of poetry would come to me. I wrote them on a scrap piece of paper; later, I would toss them away. I raised three children while working. When they graduated from college, they left home. My husband and I traveled in our motor home from coast to coast during the summer for three years. At home, so quiet, I sat on my word processor. I opened an old literature book, and the poems came to me so quickly, I couldn't type them fast enough. In two months, I wrote eighty poems, and not a title or a word changed.