The Eagle Up in the highest Mountain tops Away from all the crime, Where nature still controls the earth The only war is time. Just above the tree-line There lies a secret door; Another world within the clouds Where golden eagles soar, A world that has no boundaries Except the ground below; A world where blooming Daffodils Survive the winter snow. There we find the eagle Above the mountains high, Riding on the canyon winds And soaring through the sky.                                               Thal Dixon                                               Previously Published in                                               Rhyme Time                                               Summer 1993                                               Hutton Publications
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