In my little airplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,
I fly the cloudy canyons,
swoop and climb each fluffy peak,
as the angels gild with lightning
the misty mysteries I seek,
but best of all, the deep blue caves,
the greatest thrill they give,
gliding, turning, deep inside,
for here -- the dragons live,
and when I come back down to earth,
I never say a thing
They'd be so vexed and jealous
'cause I've heard the dragons sing.
Dragons
©
Ted L Glines
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Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
Ted L Glines has been writing since 1965, mostly rhyming verse and song lyrics, along with some free verse and prose. In the beginning years, most of his works were activist oriented and connected to the "freedom of speech" movement, with many poems published in college literary magazines and the "underground" free press (Village Voice, etc.)....
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