
THE ROCKIES
Take me back to the Rockies
Out under Western skies;
Amid the beauty of open space
Of towering peaks, and sighs
Of winds through empty canyons
Where the lonely eagle flies.
Soaring, sailing, riding the wind
Majestic in the sky,
The great spread of his golden wings
Against the blue on high.
Take me back to the Rockies,
Take me home again.
Take me back where my heart is free,
Like the eagle on the wind.
Lorene Poe © 2002
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