A poet with an inherited command of words (to write with visual description and deep imagination) can literally take flight a bird with boundless means. I assumed my title We with Wings one morning while watching this large-feathered friend soaring among the trees just beyond my front porch. When I get into my zone, I fly. Read this book and see what I see as I drift high and soar far, past your wildest dreams. Join me I like flying!
