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What The Poet Saw
“What The Poet Saw”
Grand Pa is on the front porch, with a Bible in his hands.
We look across the Horizon, for the American flag.
The flag is unfurled, in the summer’s breeze.
Grand Ma is in the kitchen, making summer Tea!
The Eagle soars high, on its daily hunt.
Little Jake is on the back porch, trying different stunts.
Jake’s in a band, he sings, dances, and hollers!
Chasing down the girls and the old mighty dollar.
He sings a song, for the Poet’s eye.
It’s time to go, the Poet says bye!
The clouds are hung, for the Poet’s eye.
The Eagle soars, way up high!
William J. Roney III
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