On the day our friends Joy and Roy were to return to England after a short stay with us in Normandie, Joy kept looking expectantly into the skies as she was enthralled by the large eagles that had flown over our property all week. Then as if on cue just as our friends were preparing to go we heard the cry of the eagle first just the one then a second and much later a third.
Those very first Eagles, for Joy.
Soaring high above La Cour deMAGNY in a the sky's that's oh so blue,
A majestic eagle fly's on high and is calling "Joy" to you,
His screech can be heard through the pine trees standing oh so very tall,
As you watch and listen to the woeful screech of the lonesome oft-distant call,
Such tranquillity such beauty with enormous wings spread oh so very wide,
Crossing all of god's heaven on a thermal draft it will slowly and sedately glide,
To your utter amazement a second eagle fly's into view and can be, quite easily be seen,
As higher she climbs past the treetops she is just as beautiful just as serene,
They circle as if for hours, criss-crossing the horizon, time slowly passing them by,
Till they are just a small speck in the clearest blue of the far-away distant sky,
Joy, you have gazed in sheer wonderment at the beauty and sheer size of the Normandie eagle,
Never to be forgotten the representation of tranquillity of serenity with a magnificence so regal,
