"Visions"
“Visions”Oh, to be an eagle
gliding way up high
so beautiful, so peaceful
mountains, streams, and sky
visions only seen from air
of blue rivers wide
valleys, canyons, seas so fair
to the great divide
visions of the sweetest hopes
of our Father’s Hand
trees upon lush green slopes
deep beauty of the land
so beautiful so peaceful
mountains, streams, and skies
visions of an eagle
gliding way up high.
© Sam Hyde
12-08-86
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