Flying High
< my deepest passion
outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion
encircling his domain
tride and true he remains
sno-capped peaks
for mate he seeks
call of the wild
imatate like a child
fields of green
crystal streams
beyond horizon
sun's new arising
take me back home
to where the eagle roams
for the capture of ones flight
is purity for ones watchful eye's sight
so come join me on this excursion
inspiration you'll be splurging
I thank you my feather friend
be safe until we meet once again
for you hold your own glory
as it's told in this tales story
Entry For Amy Green's Contest
My Deepest Passion
G.L. All
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