I, Eagle by James Aitchison

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I am an eagle now in flight,

my wings will lift me high,

above the crowded peaks

that claw into the sky.

I soar among the jagged crags,

they hold no fear for me;

this is the eagle’s kingdom,

and the eagle will be free.

Photo by James Aitchison

Eagle Song by Sophie Masson

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Eagle Song

Hill-lord sorcerer, wedge-tailed eagle,

Drawn on breath of wind.

Brown breadth plunging, arrow-lunging,

Earthing into prey.

Gold eye blazing, coldly fazing

Storm that’s coming on.

Sky-sail clipper, wedge-tailed eagle,

Drifting on the wind.

Rip waves forming, slow tide borne in

Flash of bronze and white.

Thunder rattling, lightning shattering,

Trees and livid sky.

Still there’s eagle, riding bravely,

Master of the storm.