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The Rock Who Wishes To Fly (A Maud Pie Poem)

Sedimentary in solitude,

alone and out of view,

a speckled sky above deep, dark and blue,

a lively streak of fire soars across the sky,

with but a distant dream,

the rock exclaims, "I wish I could fly!"

But try as it may, it is stuck on the ground,

it's dreams allay, no where to be found,

so it sits there, alone and out of view,

as it stares out yonder, into the deep, dark blue.