Wednesday, December 21, 2005

On Eagles Wings

On the way home from the grocery store I saw a large bird flying through the air. At first I thought nothing of it as we have several resident vultures and three red-tailed hawks that fly around our neck of the woods (what is left anyway). I took a second glance and saw the gleaming white head and white tail of a Bald Eagle. Just lovely to see flying around being harrassed by crows and alighting on a tree.

In honor of the bald eagle flying around my neighborhood I give you a poem not from my poetry books, but from a program I received at a wing ceremony for my friends Murph, Buer, and plain old Bill.

High Flight

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds--and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--
Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, Up the long, delicious, burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

2 comments:

Maverick said...

Now there are some names out of the past!

Kuky said...

I forget you have a weekly poll. I use bloglines to read your blog so don't see it regularly. And today when I started to write this: "Have I mentioned how much I like your poem a day posts?" I noticed this week's poll on poems. So that's a resounding yes! I do like the poems.