Dragons <br />by Ted L Glines <br /> <br />In my little aeroplane <br />flying way up high, <br />zooming through the lands of clouds <br />so white and grand and high, <br />I fly the cloudy canyons, <br />swoop and climb each fluffy peak, <br />as the angels gild with lightning <br />the misty mysteries I seek, <br />but best of all, the deep blue caves, <br />the greatest thrill they give, <br />gliding, turning, deep inside, <br />for here - the dragons live, <br />and when I come back down to earth, <br />I never say a thing, <br />they'd be so vexed and jealous <br />'cause I've heard the dragons sing.<br /><br />Ted L Glines<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragons-11/
