Search
View Cart     Home


































 
 
Eagles Fly High  
By Gary Wittmann 
February 10, 2005‚©
All rights reserved.
 
On the wings of an Eagle gliding through the breeze
is the moment when life seems to stand still.
 
Barely moving its wings but using the breeze
as it gliding path to move through life.
 
When the hollow bones move the wings
the great eagle it rises upward
almost touching the blue of the skies.
 
The Eagle is watching and searching for it needs
and diving downward and downward to the ground to grab it target.
 
Are we not Eagle too searching, watching, and gliding though life
and some time it seems to stand still?
 
First Name:
Email Address:
Comments:
Write the name of the poem in the comment.
Listen to Eagles Fly High
Thanks for being a visitor. Visitors since 2007-8-22.