flying over the dam
they were heading south
looking for wetlands
seeing them on the wing
made my stalled heart beat
all here is dry and drought
dust beneath my feet
if i could take to the air
we would become thirteen
altitude our answer to despair
following magnetic fields
over seas and continents
mountains and monuments
keep moving
keep moving
compass in my brain
instinctual map in my eye
i soar above a dying world
dreaming i can fly
© shaun patrick green 2011
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