I took flight
On a cold winter’s night
I felt free
The ground was below me
I visited a mountaintop
And sipped a bottle of pop
At the zenith I did meditation
I could see in every direction
I admired the splendid beauty
God’s creation impressed me sincerely
A noble bald eagle flew above
I was reminded of God’s love
Near a crystal-clear stream
I slept and had a nice dream
It snowed all day long
I sang an Enya song
In a few hours I was back home
This is the end of my poem
By Zachary Uram
(C) 2026
