Wednesday, 12 September 2007

E is for Eagle

A couple of pictures for my grandson.

As I stand on the mountaintop, as the great bird approaches.
She is small in my sight, but grows larger on approach
until I am blessed with the full sight of her graceful wings,
proud countenance and good company.

All too quickly, she grows small again on the horizon and
disappears from view.
And I call out, "Look, there. She's gone."
But there are other mountaintops beyond me.
And at the precise moment

when I note the great bird's departure from my view,
I know there are new eyes
taking up the sight of her.
And fresh voices calling out,

"Here she comes!"

Henry van Dyke

Fly like an Eagle.