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 feet tall with inner strength With long black head and...
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 them deadUntil then no one rests But fortunate for all...
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 I could soakWith maple, apple, walnut treesA million flowers for the bees. The...
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.
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
I think that maybe I cheated fairly when I was so very young.I found something before I was taught what it was.I found it very simplistic and obvious.However, I was to learn that nothing is permittedwhich is simplistic and obvious.Everything has a myriad of...
by The Eagle Within | Poetry
The thoughts that wander on this pageSeem real enough to meAnd yet I’ve not a single clueWhat ever made them be I am not one to sit aroundMy mind just all aglowAnd yet the words jump out at meAs though I seem to know I’d pondered this so many timesNo...
