To be free to wander from clime to clime,
Untethered, not chained, to place or time.
To soar on thermals and touch the sky,
Then, rest on cliffs of mountains, high.
To fly with lightning speed and grace,
Amazingly agile, 'round a cornered place.
To find peace above a raging squall,
Is the touch of "peregrine" in us - all!
FROM: "Celebration of Creation" ©1988
BY: Judith M. Yerkey