Florida's Foreverly Shores
Where Eagles Fly
~Marge Tindal~ 2000
There is a place where Eagles fly,
their wings majestically spread.
High above the clouds,
soaring the sky overhead.
They hunt with a hunger,
eyes keenly watching for prey.
They suddenly swoop earthward,
to feed another day.
The Eagle in all his wonder,
is a survivor for all to behold.
He'll take what he needs
when he needs it ...
that's the story that's been told.
Defender of those who are in need.
Surveyor of the land and the sea.
I'm glad to have the Eagle
watching over me.
*Special thanks to Helmut Becker
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~