by J. Randal Matheny © 2011

courage to risk

The eagle soared against the bluest sky,
He rode the winds, which carried his sharpened cry,
With outstretched wings, he dipped and rose with ease,
A master musician playing the slightest breeze.

Below, the poultry scratched the dirt for corn,
For grub and seeds, on ground well beaten and worn,
To chickens such flight seemed risky and extreme,
They never dared to lift their eyes and dream.

_oO¥Oo_

Reprint. Subscribe. Comment below.


2 thoughts on “The Eagle Soared

What do you think?

%d bloggers like this: