Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

Oh to be an Eagle

Oh to be an eagle
And sail the endless sky
To float upon the wind
Looking down from way up high
The world would be my oyster
Oh the places I would see
I would be master of the wind
My sprit and I would be free
No earthly bonds to hold us back
To the limit I would soar
Up to the tip of heaven
Then down to some far distant shore
I'd rest upon the mountain tops
With views beyond compare
Oh to be an eagle
And leave behind this chair

by Dennis T Baker


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018