Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
||||
Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 21:36:48 AEST | ||
|
||||
|
||||
|
|
Array
(
[sid] => 5233
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fancy
[time] => 2002-10-17 15:45:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => On flies the sparrow,
soars and sings, o'er the surface crystalline. With heart of joy and hope of song he lifts his voice and lingers long on branch above, then takes to wing rising with each feather's fling. Then comes the wind, and with it brings an updraft strong beneath his wings. Mighty warriors have not near the awe-struck powers present here. For watching him as he takes flight saves all reason 'till the night, when once more we end the day dreaming as he soars away, dreaming that once more we may live to soar another day. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Little_Miss_Magic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
|