May 18, 2020




Oh, to catch the winds of flight,

And soar where eagles go,

To leave the woes of troubled souls         

Behind me far below.

I'd listen to the song of birds

And sail in endless flight,

Then chase the sun through cloudy paths

And play with stars at night.


The boundless heavens for my home,

The breeze to lift me high,

To rise above my mortal bonds

And never have to die;

Knowing I had found the way

To trails where angels trod,

And when my wings could fly no more -

I'd take the hand of God!


Down a Country Lane


Give me a road away from the crowd,
Away from the noise and the race
And let me wander the quiet trail
To a different time and place.


Where miles are measured in valleys,
And birches point the way
To somewhere we miss so dearly –
We call it yesterday.


All cares are soon forgotten
On the path of no intent;
The beauty of the countryside
Is surely heaven sent.


And when the journey’s over
The memories shall remain
Of daydream trips into the past
Found down a country lane.



C. David Hay is a retired dentist living in Indiana and Florida. He received his BS  and Doctor of Dental surgery Degrees from Indiana University. He is the author of five books of poetry which are dedicated to his wife, Joy. He has been widely published nationally and abroad and his poetry has been read on the British Broadcasting Channel. He was the first American published in the Nezavisimaya Gazeta in Russia. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry and is the recipient of the Ordo Honoris  Award from Kappa Delta Rho.

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