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Golden Eagle
The end of summer has turned dull.
O’er rugged land on Isle of Mull
a golden eagle flies up high
where the wind howls and clouds float by,
then it glides down graceful and free
towards a tall imposing tree.
There it alights. It comes to rest
upon the branches where its nest
is placed in order to outwit
unwelcome foes. The fledglings sit
excited, for it is now time
to flap their wings and upwards climb.
Calling each other as they soar,
swooping and circling by the shore
as mother eagle looks from high
she keeps on them a watchful eye.
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21st October, 2015
Contest: Golden Eagle
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed 2nd
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