Swooping among the rolling waves,
Beautiful, large, and black.
In the air it forever stays,
Until the land calls the Albatross back.
It has great curved wings.
Ones that seldom beat.
Radiant, elegant, graceful things,
With a wingspan that is unique.
Up and down- like the waves below,
The Albatross soars on high.
Tilting its wings to the winds flow,
It has a whole ocean to fly.
- Jack Rabbit
Great poem Jack! I can feel the Albatross soaring; even here in Michigan!
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