Free Wonderer
Wandering the heavens on wing pure white
To scour the earth in search of life
and bring to it, so fragile and pure
Love, primarily, and honour.
Perhaps not as gloriously as the Eagle
floating steady on gust, Rock solid and noble
but humble, like those he would touch
Simply by the prescence. Acknowledged and loved.
For the life to life touch
so powerfull and honorable
must also be private,
a one to one conferance.
And even across species,
the friendship of trust
the comradare of life
empowers both members to inspiration.
The very meaning of life.
Trent Hopkinson: March 29 2002
Sinopis:
One evening at sunset, a completley white, tame pidgeon
pertched on a fence outside my house and came to rest. And stayed there.
Taking a few hours, I came to find that I could handle the pidgeon and
it was happy with me to both touch it and pick it up. It spent the night
on that fence and the next morning went on it's way. I wrote this poem
the same week.