Thursday, June 25, 2009

The lonely eagle

Up above in the skies I see

My kind soaring above

Revelling in their might

Their song sweet to sing

Especially in the nights

Here I am a lonely eagle on the ground

Flight seems like fright

And soar like sore

My wings are clipped

And my dreams almost gone

Yet I know like all eagles I must fly

I know home lies in the sky

I am an eagle son of the sky

Homeward I will heard

But until my frail wings become fortified with enough keratin

The ground remains my humble abode


  1. very well written. It says it all, the pressures we all feel to live up to expectations. I love it!

  2. Thanks, (wo)man! You understand this poem very well.