Bird's Eye Flight

The bird flew over the century,
Drifting through the sky
and looking down unto the ground
To peer at things gone by.

A great city there,
With giant buildings,
Cars and trains galore
A horseless carriage,
A single man knocking on a door

A farmhouse small
Alone it stands
surrounded by open space


The first one built upon this land
By a man with endless faith
A pioneer in  a wagon comes
With little to his name
Surveying the land,
He calls it good
And so he stakes his claim.

And so the city there was built
As he drove spikes into the ground
Foundation laid and city made
Though no one was around.


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