Preston Tulark - Elyria

Across the canyon
A flight from the deck
All can be seen
Barely turning my neck

In earshot the barking
Tells that of a dog
It knows the valley
Soon full of night fog

The meaning of thunder
Clapping in time
Says lightning was near
And so I must chime

Just to play echo
Is barking another
Now both are confirmed
Existence and brother

Preston Tulark

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