Only a few minutes walk from my place it is, the view alone is worth a long look. Known to our locals as Hang Gliders Hill, and I tell you here, right now; you will get your thrills. Is sunrise a meeting place? Yes, it sure is, with an “all welcome” happy hour each day around 5. The sunsets are wonderful, will take breath away; heralding the close of another glorious day.
Two times a week there a lesson to take, and my very name is in the next class given. “Too old for this sport” I hear you say. Naah no way, never. I refuse to rust out.
So take a deep breath and count 1, 2, 3; as I run down the hill with a big loud shout. “Hang Gliders, hang gliders;” now fly me away.
A marble, jostling among the congregation says: I am not so obsolete But am impelled to be desolate For, the ultimate cause of humanity Perished in its serendipity. Defiance and vengeance and malevolence Thrived in conquering this vicinity But humanity-succumbed
I watch, it shines, golden in its reflections. It rises, bathing all in its splendor. I see it all clearly now. Years of accumulated knowledge. A gift beyond understanding. Days flip over, one after another. Speeding up days seem to
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I