On my way to a healing workshop, driving North out of the city,
I went under an overpass & nearly lost control when a large
Golden Eagle swooped low across my hood, turned & flew
out to the open sky. His scree pierced steady thrum of engine
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Hugh this was a delight to read, a poem of faith and appreciation. I do wonder if this really happened, but I suppose the readers lesson should be to always be looking. I love synchronicity, or spiritual significance in my life. Thanks for sharing this. Angie
i like the way the shaman is brought into this poem, the symbolism of the eagles, the wondering by the reader if this piece is true. endearing writing, Hugh.
I am aware of the magic of Golden Eagles having watched them many times in the highlands of Scotland.Symbol of freedom and strength to be kept at arms length.A good write Hugh. Respect, Sid John.