Eagles On The Mississippi Poem by Robert Charles Howard
Eagles On The Mississippi
Majestic eagles ride on thermals high
above the river’s wooded shore:
white hooded monarchs of the sky.
Keen eyes survey the waters as they fly
in quest of prey to ingest or store.
Majestic eagles ride on thermals high.
Above the bluffs, their shadows multiply
as each December dawn brings more
white hooded monarchs to the sky.
At winter’s end they’ll homeward fly
to fish the river's northern corridor.
Majestic eagles ride on thermals high.
The eagle’s noble span and piercing cry
are immortalized in native lore.
White hooded monarchs rule the sky!
Since on spirit wings I must rely
I dream aloft where eagles soar
and glide with them on thermals high:
white hooded monarchs of the sky.
yes i like the words thermals up. good one robert. would love to hear your music.
Benjamin Franklin would turn over in his grave if he read your lovely homage to the eagle-with all his posturing and lobbying to have the turkey enstated as our national bird-harping on the eagle's 'bad moral character'. You soar. Phillip
A magnificent creature honed by millions of years of evolution - and then some - and you've crafted this to perfection to do it justice. The repetition of the two killer lines mesmerises.
I give kudos to anyone who can carry off meter and rhyme and still hold my interest past the first stanza. I know this is harder than it looks; must be the musician in you- creativity AND discipline! Cheers, Lori
Oh the joy of flying with eagles. Excellently expressed my friend.
I love this one, Robert. I love the way it flowed. I could picture those majestic birds as I read your poem. Regards Ron
Enjoyed this one with all of its interwining thoughts and rhymes.
Great good poem! Love the repitition and desciption involved. Bald eagles came back to the deep Louisiana swamp...they are so beautiful, soaring...then you catch that flash of white on the head, and catch your breath...because now you know what bird it is! Lovely work about a loving mother and father bird, yet fierce predator.xxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautifully crafted. Music is the soul of poetry. This one soars with the eagle in flight.. Excellent work, Robert. Kindest regards, Sandra