Dinosaur Bones
little
bird
the
dinosaur bones of your father
are
buried beneath my feet
you
are
an angel now
on
finely feathered wings
stop
sing
that
I might hear
and
yet
may
rise
to
soar above myself
to touch
the face of God
and take
the hand that moves me
Donald Dean Mace
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Poetry
loved this work. do not remember the last time i read about a dinosaur in literary work.
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