Soaring Majesty

His kind was hunted
His home was invaded
Yet he was proud
And fought back his way

A crystal sky
Distant snowcapped peaks
Dancing clouds
Kissed by a breeze

Here he soars high among the clouds
The sun caressing his wing
He has conquered all obstacles
To prove the Bald Eagle is a king

Wendi Hirschy-Boutwell
February 1998