The world was washed in a crimson red light
Majestic falcon flew over with graceful wings
First over the plains of golden barley stalks
The want of food was not his current motive or rite
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The river had called out with perfect clarity
Naked in its Winter coldness with ice forming
Something about the sounds of early morning
Stirred a longing inside the mighty raptors verity
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© Carol Campbell 2015
The Prompt:
https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/wordle-227/
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WritersDream9 
What stunning imagery you create. I can picture the falcon flying over the land.
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I am so happy with comments like yours!
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I really felt like I was flying. You wrote an immersive poem
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❤ 🙂
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Falcon as raptor; cool analogy. I tend to include hawks, eagles, & falcon in my poems; something exhilarating about their peregrine freedom.
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I so agree! I love them and their lofty flight!
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The river had called out with perfect clarity
gorgeous line!
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Thank you!
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Yes there was something magical – like being swept along in a dream or subconscious..beautiful and effortlessly written
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Thank you, Jae Rose!
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There us such a strong sense of place in this, Carol. Just beautiful…it soared.
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I am gratified that you liked it so well! Have a blessed day!
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You, too. Every day is blessed, isn’t it…especially at my age. :0)
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My age also! 😉
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I felt like I was flying with the falcon, like on kind of a magic carpet ride. a fun outing, that’s all.
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Bravo Carol you’ve painted a vivid picture here … and one wonders what has caused the longing in the falcon’s soul … I enjoyed reading and speculating about your lovely poem.
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Thanks, Georgia! 🙂
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