I look to the sky. take a deep breath, now out. whith a sound not a growl or grumbull, but something of the two. with one powerfull stroke. i am aloft. soring higher and higher, the sky has no limits. into the white cotten feelds of heven. as i look down i see a spot in the deep blue. time to get closer. so i pull myself in so much like a stone. i plumit,,,,,faster faster faster. my spot is a man on a ship. funny things man... as i fly by i let out a Rore!! to see my spots hole host into the sea. my spot still stands. when all mans corege fails but for the boy he looks on. as if in love with my form. i slide fast still by. i skime the ege of under and over. so close dolphin and dragon may become one. the spray opon my face. sun on my back. it is sad i am the last. about to sore way back up high. i stop,,,, wait maby that boy on the ship in the sea woud like to be a dragon, and come fly with me. Master Richard Allen Bentsen
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 00:55:14 +0000
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