Eagles Without Of Worldly Wing'Ed Care. Poem by Michael Gale

Eagle freed and soaring freely aloft softening sights of sighted clouds...
Reverberates with sounds of screeching all noisy as way too volume in plusses louds.

Those billowy islands of the skies....
Down way below as river's belies.

Blueish regions stretch out delight...
Happy smiles ignite all bright.

What a sight of nature's own...
From egg to birdling adult has grown.

What be this miracle of nature? ...
All appreciated as seen their scene, proud stature.

Feathery flapping alit to air...
Without of worldly wing'ed care.

Majestic they are as if in flight....
At rest from day's own pause of night.

Twinkling sparklers of head up above...
Stars do shine to show off nature's love.

Cool breezes sing out their own sounds in mountains at night...
Nothing to fear of brought on fright.

God's own power be that all mighty and right...
Good night to all this night tonight.