On the Wing By Chris Peterson 11/29/00 Like a wraith in the wood Like a bird on the wing I traverse the forest That seems to sing Like a fish to water Like a monkey to tree This is where I belong The forest, and me Like a bird to the air Swooping on wing I lie down in the forest Happy as a king For the forest and I Are like birds of a feather Myself and the forest Always will flock together.

On The Wing

Well, I had to make a powerful sounding poem for the poetry unit we did, and VOILA! Something that sounded good.