Riding The Tides Of The Sky

Marionettes on an airy stage

By Ryan BurkeyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

On wind-whipped shores sail

Vivid art, jet stream’s puppets

Gusts breathe life, make dance

childrens poetry Haiku nature poetry vintage

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Ryan Burkey

PNW native. Government analyst by day and a writer, song-writer and musician by night. Writing topics include nature, faith, relationships, and social commentary. Hobbies are traveling, coffee shop vibes, food, and comedy.

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Marionettes on an airy stage

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