Sea Eagle Poem by Martin Moore

SEA EAGLE

You dared to drift too close to shore
Upon the head of Bagenbaun
I gave you back your life once more
And watched you face a strange new dawn.
You journeyed far to reach this place
Your origins uncertain
A washed up, ragged, hopeless case
Behind your seaweed curtain.
I plucked you from your sandy grave
And placed you in my boat
I brought you home and gave to you
A copper coloured coat.
No feathered wings could I bestow
But cape and tail of kelp
A dark and rocky perch below
And pedestal to help.
You still look down upon this land
My golden driftwood king
For you are now the high command
Over every single thing.