That Soaring Spirit
A bald eagle landed in a tree,
right next door to me.
I heard his screech and saw his wings,
unfolded wide as if a king.
Proclaiming his own mighty throne,
majestic, proud and all alone.
I thought how long he’s been revered,
by our nation and others for countless years.
I thought about his strength and pride,
perched up there before my eyes.
As I stood watching his beauty, grace,
before again, he embraced that wild blue space.
Above, below, and all around,
he took to sky like love, unbound.
Leaving me enraptured, to smile and stare,
at that soaring spirit
moving ever higher,
way up there.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2023
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