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Free Oh to have danced          to have soared        to  have  reached  up  to catch the passing eagle    to be carried  caressed by the wind and the sun Oh to be weightless     and wantless    and wordless           all feeling   just groaning with pleasure Oh to have danced              to have skipped             to have  defied gravity         and floated down onto the back of the she-wolf         and gone with her through forest and plain      up the mountain and back again         to dance with her young     to roll on the earth        to whisper in the grass Oh to have danced    to have dived   to have floated      carried  by  the current in the warmth of the sea to where sea-horses gambol in seaweed and coral                 to sing with the tides rocked by the seven to heaven (from Walking with Angels)   first published in Heart of Kerry, Tralee, Ireland - 2003   in Lines in the Sand - Bradshaw Pooks 2008 © Anne-Marie Glasheen 1995-2008