If I could rise up
From the ground on angel-wings,
As the almighty eagle,
Soar high among the wispy clouds,
I'd whistle into the gale,
Laugh at the growling thunder,
And out of the driving storm
Believe I'd see
Beyond the rainbow's arch
Into the panorama
Of crystal-blue sky,
And move through
The breathless heat of the sun.
Bill Drayton, Christchurch, Dorset
The Daily Echo's poet-in-residence Polly Clark writes: This atmospheric poem is packed with images, and I particularly liked the original last line.
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