Behold I Can See Old Glory
Behold I can see OLD GLORY blowing briskly
in the cool afternoon's breeze.
I was losing track of time while I
was listening to the sailboat's wind chimes.
They were ringing melodious melodies.
I was watching clouds above me slowily
drifting by; in my Lord's
awesome sky. I was watching seagulls
sqawiking while flying above me
in the air.
What a wonderful way to forget
my many cares!
Looking beyond the horizons,
I can see some small islands
on Port Gardener's Bay.
Wasn't it a wonderful way to
spend a beautiful day?
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