Once Upon a Hilltop
From the park tower,
in Montpellier, Vermont,
I spied an eagle
gliding like a kite
in a gentle breeze
and I wished
I could see
as the eagle saw.
And then the eagle said,
“Yes, I have a wonderful view
of the weaving of silvery ribbons
of roads and rivers,
rough textured tree-covered hills,
houses tucked in smooth green patches
but I know One
who sees much more than me
and so do you.”
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