Young bald eagle in tree
Poetry, The Daily

The Eagle

Young bald eagle in tree
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Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Yesterday on our walk at Steamboat Rock State Park, we watched as a bald eagle on the ice — far out on the ice– seemed to debate whether he could capture one of the geese twenty feet away from him, but he flew away. We did see a young bald eagle surveying the world from atop the tree on the shoreline.

We always say, “We live here!” because we see wildlife and nature up close.

The Eagle

He eyes the world from top the tree
Silhouette of majesty
Unbound from earth, he’s free.

The lake below in ice is bound
He waits for signs of prey that’s found
And with grace, he drops: long gone.

Sheri Edwards
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I modeled this after one of my favorite poems, The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson, but, of course it is no match to the master’s poem.

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

The Eagle by Alfred Lord Tennyson. Public Domain

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