The eagle soar the windy sky,
that would have made others fly no more.
No more could the eagle fly
in such a windy sky.
After a long journey the eagle
came to rest
in a tangerine orchard
that called her name.
The branches were as welcoming
as new spring.
The eagle felt the orchards warmth
surrounding her
when cold she was.
The orchard's touch
was the first she felt
in quite some time.
That sweet touch,
that gracious touch
cover the eagle as
a blanket of peace.
Thus the eagle soar
the orchard's skies.
never to far
from the sweet smell
of the tangerine trees.
Never to far away
from the orchard's
gentle touch.
The warm eagle
accompanied the
orchard for
time to come!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Good use of language. Top marks! -Michael