The View From Eagle Rock
From the top of the trail where the rocks piled high
I looked down from the peak at the valley and sky
Where hanging by strings and sadly my way
Clouds endless as oceans came wave after wave
By what living bond am I bound to this scene
Of weather and freeways and patches of green
Withdrawn to my perch, with such baleful persistence
Fated to a world ever off in the distance
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