To Soar With the Eagle

I long to soar with the eagle To fly uninhibited about the earth Looking down onto the mountains Admiring their rocky faces To feel the clouds brush over me While having the wind streamline down my back To meet the evening sky with all its brilliance And circle in the beams of the full moon I long to perch high in the limbs of an evergreen To inhale the freshness of the first spring shower Listening as the raindrops filter through the branches below me Forming puddles that trickle gently over the edge of a stone path To live in the moment as it is, not as it should be I want to mount to the sky effortlessly Gliding and drifting aimlessly With no care for the hour of day I want to watch the crimson sunrise at dawn While resting on an old black oak branch Then dip down into the cool bath of a large stream And emerge with a rainbow trout for breakfast I long to call out to my mate in song To meet me at the top of the bridge Overlooking the peaceful flowing river Or in an open meadow filled with prairie grass Oh, how I long to soar with the eagle To fly freely about the earth Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend