On Golden Feathered Wings
Down from the snow covered mountain top,
an eagle swoops, wings spread wide, over the
great oak, cedar and juniper it glides.
As sparkling sun rays pierce the early morning
silver mist, solitude rendered in this daily ritual bliss.
Through the valley it sails on golden feathered wings,
diving, climbing and circling so high across God’s
sun-lit sky.
Free! Oh how free it seems, as it slowly flaps its golden wings.
Almost out of sight it sails, just a speak in the sky…
Oh! How I wish I could fly!
Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003
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