Where Eagles Dare Poem by charlie jordan

There is an eagle down in the valley
Its giant beak is calloused and worn
The sky above calls all around sound,
Its feathers are tattered and torn.

Its the lowest its been since the day it was born
And it shuffles around on talons so sore,
Its once proud neck droops low
A sight so forlorn.

For this once great eagle, it is a time to mope.
Those huge powerful wings are useless and tired
Too painful to spread and closed without hope.

There are older eagles that do fly by,
Screeching encouragement from the sky.
They remember a time they too did mope
But their time has since passed
In the valley of no hope.

When the eagles moping has finally passed
And all the callouses have healed at last.
He spreads his wings and looks to the sky
There is a new determination
In the great eagles eye.

And when he flies, he flies higher and faster
Then ever before.
He is the lion of the bird kingdom
So powerful in flight.
He soars way up high on thermals and currents
Such a majestic sight.

So if you ever find yourself down in the valley
If of this life you do tire.
Remember its all up to you to become a high flyer.

Look to the sky, open your mind
Leave the moping and the valley behind.
The sky is the limit, I will see you up there
Way up there, where
Only eagles dare.