Ted L Glines - Dragons

Dragons
by Ted L Glines
 
In my little aeroplane
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.

Ted L Glines

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