On the wings
On the wings of eagles
do I sore
to heights I never knew before
the beauty that I see
from up above
the world so high
the blanket of beauty
across the sky
I did not know
what would behold
on the wings of eagle
as the wind blows
this ride I was on
was a treat
to ride like this
on the wings of this beast
swoop down there he glides
so gracefully
as he takes to the sky
he just lay’s on the wind
it takes him
to places
he’s never
been.
9/4/09
R.L.R.
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