A twist of imagination
Grips me where I stand
And dream like waves, come crashing in
To show me who I am

An odd shaped ship, with eagle eyes
Floats across the sky
Its ancient sails, like angel wings
Readies to give us flight

As pyramids and mummies dead
All echo out their cry
I check to see, my bags are packed
And now it’s exit time

The world will keep on changing
And stories will be told
Was it God or Evolution?
Maybe it was both

© 10/21/2008
William Grant Preston

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