Terry D. Sutherland

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

©Copyright May 24, 2007 by Terry Sutherland

Golden Eagle by Miguel Lasa
Golden Eagle: Photograph 2005 by Miguel Lasa