Steve Brandenburg

GOLDEN EAGLE

The Eagle soars way up high
Through the clouds and sky,
till darkness is nigh
Then he does not fly.

In the morn when all is quiet
He takes to wing, do not deny it,
This proud bird of Golden wing
He oft doth sing while at wing.

Soaring, then diving
For food he must take,
For his young ones sake
His talons seldom mistake.

A salmon he takes home
For the loved ones at home,
To the cliff where sun doth shine
He will never leave them alone.

One day when time is right
They too will take flight
And soar in skies above,
O’er mountains high.

©Copyright December 31, 2001 by Steve Brandenburg