Bald Eagle Soaring
A warm October day finds me on the couch on my porch, poring over magazines which have stacked up for a year. Getting ideas for poems, for lesson plans, for possible future books or paintings. Something catches my eye, and I look up.
There is a glorious eagle, soaring. A sign from God that he has this? I like to think so.
a warm autumn day
my errant eye turns upwards
bald eagle soaring
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