On Golden Wings

Golden eagle in the sky

Hear his echoed mournful cry

Floating silent in an azure sky

Lifted high; he circles wide

To be free and see with the eagle’s eye

His domain the endless sky

Stealthily he hunts the prairie hot and dry

Gliding free over his countryside

So high, no shadows cast below

No telltale sign of where he’ll go

Flying free in time so slow

Watching where his prey will hide

Golden eagle in the sky

Heated currents lift him high

He sings his song in a cloudless sky

His solitude an endless glide

©5/24/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry