I am a hawk without wings flying aboveΒ Β trees. Salty wind hits my face; I smile.
The land beneath me sings bounty and beautiful scenes. I gaze It passes me by.
I am left to stare. No thoughts to spare deafened by my haste.
My smile fades, the time is neigh. I descend and clear my mind.
The helicopter hits I feel the thud First our packs Then our guns
The roar amplifies then fades away. No longer am I a hawk. Now I am a snake.
Hey guys it has been a hot minute since I last wrote a poem. Its been a crazy and hectic 2 years for me and I have accomplished alot, however it has not left me alot of time to think. I'm not really feeling the flow like I use to but I'm sure I'll warm back up once I pop a few more of these out and pick it back up... needless to say... I'm BACK (-&