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This morning I heard good old Lynard
belting out the lyrics of Free Bird.
So few words with so much meaning
made me want to fly fly fly so far away.
Just like Jen-nay, I thought about escaping--
getting out of this one-horse town,
and how sometimes there just aren't enough rocks
to break all the windows.
Windows allowing one to see what's out there
just enough of a glimpse to peak one's curiosity.
I pressed my face to the glass
wanting to sniff the crisp winter air.
I spied a lone cardinal.
She looked plain from afar,
but if you looked closer, you would see her elegance.
Three minutes into the guitar solo, I turned away.
Searching for a rock, wanting to shatter this pane and fly fly fly
so far away.
To join this elegant bird and soar.
Lisa H. Owens
Shhh. Not a poet!