Of the sandhill cranes soaring to their winter destination! To be as free as they are and to pick up and relocate as they see fit! The imagery paints such a grand picture! As always, excellent form, flow and use of language. I can imagine the liberating feeling watching them fly away. Great job

I simply loved it!

Very descriptive, unfortunately not a bird we get here, only magpies, rooks and pigeons in any quantity. Oh! I nearly forgot the raucous greedy gulls. Loved it. Alex

Hey Lavender, I don't know why, but the hair on my neck suddenly prickled as I got to the end of your poem. That was fantastic, I loved it. Well done, Ruby :) xx

I am well acquainted with these majestic birds.
They used to fly right over us and land right behind the school yard where I worked. Unmistakable call! What a breath-taking poem.

The title of this poem bothers me. It is the number "Two Hundred". I am wondering if you could use something that flows better, like; A Host Of, or A Multitude Of? I think this finely crafted work of art deserves a more fitting introduction. (a title is an introduction) it is fine in the first lines of the piece.

The repeated lines, in the body of the poem flow well and add texture. they are the heart of the piece. I really like this poem because of them. my favorite lines are:

So many more
have come to pass
these sleeping trees,
this labored grass,
and though I longed,
I did not ask
to freely fly
as was my soul's desire.

I found closure at the ending. this poem made me feel good as if a cloud had lifted.

*hugs, Cat

you are very welcome. I am glad to have helped!

*hugs, Cat