Stopped in her tracks and trapped here for decades maybe centuries of floods. Once majestic now worn and polished by time, sand and water.
I carefully placed the logs tongs around her middle and stood by for the big equipment to safely extract her.
Up she rises, wings
as if in flight.
Lizzy directed my climb out by cheering me on.
As the dragon rested I planned safe transport.
While the Man In Charge directed (much like Lizzy)
I hooked my dear dragon for her home journey.
I hooked her again
and again.
She is airborne!
Almost home
She lies in wait for me to awaken her magic.
