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THE FLYING PAPOOSES
We have seen the Flying Papooses
Climbing Hawaii's crown;
We have seen them in visions in Mesa Verde,
In Yosemite's out-door town
Of towers that never will tumble down.
Climbing Hawaii's crown;
We have seen them in visions in Mesa Verde,
In Yosemite's out-door town
Of towers that never will tumble down.
We have seen the Flying Papooses
In dreams, in the great redwood trees,
Flying and dancing in air,
Above the sequoia's knees,
We have seen the Flying Papooses
In the Yellowstone Park in our dream.
They jump into boiling waters,
They sing in the geyser steam.
We have seen the Flying Papooses
Diving in Crater Lake,
And marvelous medicine make,
There with the birds and the wildflowers
On the steep bank of Crater Lake.
In dreams, in the great redwood trees,
Flying and dancing in air,
Above the sequoia's knees,
We have seen the Flying Papooses
In the Yellowstone Park in our dream.
They jump into boiling waters,
They sing in the geyser steam.
We have seen the Flying Papooses
Diving in Crater Lake,
And marvelous medicine make,
There with the birds and the wildflowers
On the steep bank of Crater Lake.
We have dreamed of the Flying Papooses
Using snowshoes on Mount Rainier;
And climbing to dawn stars in snowshoes,
And riding the skies on moose-backs and deer.
We have dreamed of the Flying Papooses
How they captured Glacier Park,
Changing for an hour
From Flying Papooses
To young wolves that race and bark.
Using snowshoes on Mount Rainier;
And climbing to dawn stars in snowshoes,
And riding the skies on moose-backs and deer.
We have dreamed of the Flying Papooses
How they captured Glacier Park,
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From Flying Papooses
To young wolves that race and bark.
We have seen them fly up Mount McKinley
From the deep of the valley to where
The peak lifts tremendous snowstorms,
And throws them like flowers through the air.
From the deep of the valley to where
The peak lifts tremendous snowstorms,
And throws them like flowers through the air.
In all of the Parks of the nation,
By these wings is your spirit set free,
The wings of the Flying Papooses,
In the mountains like primitive temples,
The forests and cliffs like the sea.
By the wings and the cries of the Flying Papooses
Is your soul long in prison,
Given its pride,
And its sails,
And set free.
By these wings is your spirit set free,
The wings of the Flying Papooses,
In the mountains like primitive temples,
The forests and cliffs like the sea.
By the wings and the cries of the Flying Papooses
Is your soul long in prison,
Given its pride,
And its sails,
And set free.
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