Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Flying I. Dream of Flying. As a child, I always longed to fly. I would stand at one end of a field And, with my wings which were part of my body, I would start to run, wings outspread and pumping; Slowly I arose into the air, my legs bending backward. Straining ever-more, I strove with great effort To rise higher and higher--the goal was to be able To clear the hedge of trees which confronted me. In my mind of imagination, I would always Be relieved when I would always clear the trees. Having accomplished my act towards complete freedom, I winged my way across the world to pure adventure. Frank Maurer 3 June 2023 1300 Hours.