A Golden Eagle stands tall upon its perch,
with keen eyes, for its next victim to search.
Suddenly it spreads wings, is off with a lurch,
sweeping low o'er groves of aspen and birch.
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I had always believed that you have a soft spot for all things nature great poem-10
This simple and beautiful poem is an illustration of how an eagle swoops on its prey and catches it skilfully! The interesting thing is he shares it with his fledglings and mate... Something to be emulated by all especially by those(?) who forget the rest at the sight of food! Enjoyed!
yes, this is as scintillating now as the day i submitted it! ! ! ! an old, not-direct ancestor of mine, James Gates Percival (1795-1856) , wrote the following poem, which is on PoemHunter: The Eagle bri :) my oldest brother, an genealogist, told me about this relative of ours. James' poem Seneca Lake is probably about the lake i used to swim in, at Geneva NY, as a kid.