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An Ode to my flights in Virginia



In the Shenandoah mountains, high above the trees 
A drone soars and flies with the greatest of ease 
Its propellers spin, lifting it up to the sky 
As it dances and glides, so graceful and nigh

The mountains stretch out below, a tapestry of green 
The drone's camera captures the beauty unseen 
It flies over valleys and streams, and dips and turns 
The landscape below, forever it yearns

As the sun sets low in the western sky 
The drone returns home, no longer to fly 
But the memories remain, of its journey so grand
In the Shenandoah mountains, with the drone in hand

The drone is a marvel, a feat of technology 
A machine that defies gravity 
It can go where no man can go 
To the highest peak, or the deepest canyon below

The Shenandoah mountains are a wonder to see 
From the air, they seem to go on endlessly 
The drone captures it all, the rolling hills and the rocky cliffs 
A true masterpiece, a natural rift

As the light fades and the day comes to a close 
The drone returns home, its mission compose
But it will fly again, in the bright morning light
Exploring the beauty of the Shenandoah heights

So let us take flight, with these machines of the air 
And discover the world, beyond what is there 
The Shenandoah mountains are a treasure to see 
From the sky above, so free.
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