Soaring High
I wish I were an Eagle
Soaring high in God’s blue sky.
Effortlessly flapping its wings
Taking it ever high.
Surveying the earth beneath
Sharp eyes taking all in
Searching a likely prey
A tasty meal for him.
Swooping swift as a bullet
Feathers fluttering in the wind
A hare, a fish, a bird
His talons soon will win.
Back to the aerie
Three hungry chicks to feed
With mouths wide open
Ingesting nourishment they need.
His daily chore completed.
His family will survive.
Then back to Gods vast range
To swoop, and soar, and dive.
Oh, for the life of an Eagle
What freedom that must be?
Oh, for the life of an Eagle
Knowing you are free.
Tom Fenning
7/22/2005
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It’s a nice thought, Tom. I sometimes see Bald Eagles here and they are such incredible creatures. Just looking at them is always truly awe-inspiring.
We have so few of these wonderful creatures here in our area, but they have been slowly returning. However, we do see many hawks in our skies and I’m amazed at the length of time they spend aloft just gliding. What a great sideshow and it’s absolutely free.
.-= tom´s last blog ..WS: Trip to FeilongShan =-.