Tuesday, July 07, 2009
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America, America, God shed his grace on thee.
From purple mountain majesty, to oceans white with foam,
It almost seems I'm heaven bound as I leave the earth far below.
Then soaring high where clouds abound, I rocket to the sun.
Faster, ever higher in the "sled" I ride answering to no one.
Oh purple mountains majesty, and oceans white with foam,
across the fruited plain I fly, ever closer to my home.
The moonbeams glinting off my wings as I blast through the night.
The northern lights, just ahead, they flash as I descend.
Down, Down, quickly now the runway lights I see.
Was this just a dream or a memory? if only I could tell.
My faithful bird has brought home, now safe and sound.
by Steve Sieg