Out there in the fields. <br />Over open, salty water, <br />I am floating. <br />As the bird is flying <br />yes, as I. <br />and it circles over head <br />it looking down upon me <br />looking up, I am, at it. <br />I'm looking down <br />through it's green eyes, <br />watching some one <br />floating by. <br />her head is in his lap <br />and white the foam, <br />floats up around it. <br />I am too far up and out <br />to hear him, <br />say to her. <br />Why he is crying. <br />I can't but help to think <br />I think, she knows. <br />That I am floating off <br />and he is, floating bye.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-down-i-am-floating-by/
