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 momentwhen 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.
