Fly away from the nest

Fly away from the nest,

the sky is yours,

the summits,

the spiral flights on the prairie,

the glides on the sea.

You have wide wings

and are well nourished:

I brought bugs, grains

in flights driven in the days,

brooded cold nights,

never yielding

to the frost of affliction.

The work is now completed,

the season promised to you

begins.

I’m are proud of you

and of my hard work,

I too spread the wings

to the wind which carries me

June 25, 2006