Flight of the Eagle
From
the dawn, dusty skies
comes the time when
the eagle flies-
without thought,
without aid of wind,
like a kite detached without string,
the eagle in flight leaves no traces,
no trails, no roadways-
never a feather drops
out of the sky.
comes the time when
the eagle flies-
without thought,
without aid of wind,
like a kite detached without string,
the eagle in flight leaves no traces,
no trails, no roadways-
never a feather drops
out of the sky.
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, editor, publisher,
freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca,
Illinois. He has been published in more than 880 small press
magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites. Michael is
the author of TheLost American: From Exile to Freedom, several
chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge
of Night and Day, and Chicago. See his website for more about him http://poetryman.mysite.com/
Majestic. Picturesque. Nice poem, Michael. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Thank you Maurice Reynolds.
ReplyDeleteAwesome imagery! Love this poem!
ReplyDeletestrong ending!
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