downwards drop
shear
cliff plunging
a watery ribbon of
movement
captured by eyes
high
above
from his backdrop, bone white
eagle tree
against the green.
Through misty glaze, hidden
valley and rocky
outcrop
the Prince of stillness
begins
his lift, searching for
today’s meal.
Eager shuffle of wings.
Comments
Richard L. Prov... | January 8, 2008 - 20:48
Doing research on bald eagles was a real thrill for the children's book my wife and I wrote, which hopefully will be published as an E-book one day. Did you know a Raven is an eagle's friend and can fly almost as well, except not as high, and they often play together in the sky? I had never seen eagles in Quebec, nor Ontario, where I lived many years. But here in Nova Scotia, they are quite numerous. The annual Eagle weekend at Sheffield Mills is astounding with all the eagles flying about. RLP
Nathan Bednarek | January 9, 2008 - 19:53
Dear Richard. I have to say that I love this poem. It captures the soul in the movement of an eagle so easily and yet so deeply. I couldn’t stop reading it over and over again. It's great, well done.
Nathan Bednarek | January 9, 2008 - 19:53
Dear Richard. I have to say that I love this poem. It captures the soul in the movement of an eagle so easily and yet so deeply. I couldn’t stop reading it over and over again. It's great, well done.
Nathan Bednarek | January 9, 2008 - 19:53
Dear Richard. I have to say that I love this poem. It captures the soul in the movement of an eagle so easily and yet so deeply. I couldn’t stop reading it over and over again. It's great, well done.
Nathan Bednarek | January 9, 2008 - 19:55
Dear Richard. I have to say that I love this poem. It captures the soul in the movement of an eagle so easily and yet so deeply. I couldn’t stop reading it over and over again. A beautiful read.