One with the Eagle

Penny White
Soar, fly, glide
on wind-touched wings,
cares below, sky above
pure air in between,
seeking refuge, restitution,
in hollowed trees and
waves of green fields.

Nesting in the sacred harmony
of birdsong,
eagle cry,
nothing passing my eye,
prey caught in my sharp-taloned grasp;
instincts passed
down through generations:
even after I am gone,
a legacy of me remains:

I am free to
soar, fly, glide ~
~ infinitely.

Published by Penny White

Writer since the age of ten and artist for the last few years. A big fan of NCIS, Dean Koontz and women's history. I write empowering and uplifting words for women found at www.penspen.info. I am also servan...  View profile

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