With a single hop, he's ready to get off
Into the wind he floats, suspended in the breeze
A crowd gathers around as he floats by with ease.
He soars along like some disfigured bird
Back and forth along the salty sea
He puts on a spectacle for all to see.
Back and forth, up and down
He hovers over the shore across the sand
At some point he’ll work out where he will land.
He is in his own little world at the mercy of the wind
People stand mesmerized in absolute awe
The children clap, impressed by what they just saw.
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[A/n: I have written about the movies that go past my window on any particular day several times in the past. A few weeks ago it was the whales on their migration south. Then there was the shark in the blue bay. Last week it was dolphins surfing the waves after herring. Today it was the return of the paraglider. He inspired this poem. It was his fault. 😁😁]
Till next time,
Calvin
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Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.
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