James Pendleton Poems

The eagle circles high above the canyon caves
the dolphin leaps through the ocean waves
as we walk the promise land
our heads held high giving not a helping hand
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Flying by night into the day
The wings I ride are made of clay
Soaring so high as only I dare
The Sun in my eyes with hardly a glare
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Your eyes does tell
a secret's tale
of growing inside
your warm spring well
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