ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Owlys poem prompted me to write this one.

The Strength Of An Eagle

When storm clouds gather 'cross the plain,
the eagle soars, he fears not rain
nor winds that blow across the land,
his fearless wings will hold command.

Oh, how I wish I could take flight,
soar, like an eagle, out of sight,
strong wings will help my soul to flee
on timeless winds, so wild, carefree.

But time is swift, it races by
and without wings I cannot fly,
I'll find the strength of eagles wings,
face up to life, what e're it brings.

Sue Pearce©

Short , sweet and to the point Sue.

Remember

If It Is To Be It Is Up To Me.

Been there done that and always seem to come out stronger.

Bob

Thanks Bob, not real sure where this one came from, read owlys poem in workshop and it got me thinking.
Cheers
Sue

Doesn't matter where it came from Sue - it flies. Many poems are words from our soul that just seek escape, this I think is one. It is lovely.

Cheers

Maureen

Good on ya Sue.

Thank you Neville It's a far cry from the rustic "Old Buick''.
Glad you enjoyed it.

Sue