Florida's Foreverly Shores
On Eagle Wings
~Marge Tindal~ 2000
Through the eagle's eyes I get to see
things I have not seen before.
A trip to the ocean amidst the sandcastles,
overhead an eagle soars.
From the cliffs overlooking the ocean
he appears as the sun sets low.
Dipping softly as he glides
along the shoreline that he knows.
Searching for his love on the sands of time,
wondering where she has gone.
Knowing full well that she won't return,
leaving him to fly alone.
Come share the beauty of the eagle in flight.
Soar eagle, soar.
Climb aboard his majestic wing
as he races along the shore.
As swiftly as he came
he suddenly veers from my sight.
He's gone among the bluff's,
nesting till tomorrow's light.
On eagle wings I get to fly
to places I've never been ...
I hope to fly with the eagle
and return to the ocean again.
*Okay ... when inspiration hits,
it just hits.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~