by The Eagle Within | Poetry
I’m not quite sure from whence it cameIt sure as heck was thereA sunrise or a shooting starOr brisk October air I was too young, I didn’t knowBut things one can’t denyAnd why the world … Read the rest “MY...
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
Out there he stands so proud and allAnd yet he’s only one foot tall He knows he’s cute and struts the lotHis coat so black with one white spot His legs designed for thrice their lengthHe’s six … Read the rest “CAPTAIN...
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
The world is full of bugs and slugsOf this we’re all awareTicks and lice and flies galoreAnd skeeters fill the air With fumigants and pesticides Oh yes we call them pestsWe hunt them down and kill … Read the rest “OF BUGS AND...
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
When I was small and out to playIn my backyard I had to stay.But my backyard was filled with things.My mind could fly on angel wings. At least one hundred mighty oakA creek my size where … Read the rest “MY...
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
It is my understanding of American Indian legendthat when you find a bird’s feather at your feet,it is an invitation of fly.… Read the rest “COME FLY WITH...
