Hither and thither, rocky hills collide
down down the the mountain rocks slide.
Around and around the merrygoround climbs,
higher and higher the rock hills call nigh.
Circles of Altitude a picture is being formed
for romance is the backdrop, bluest of blue.
While the eagles dance under the heavens
blue, to you from me the sky,
beckons beckons the majestic blue.
Randy this is beautiful I am flying in this poem and see the incredible power and beauty of creation. Thank you!
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