Soaring above, on the currents he rides,
Watching for prey as he silently glides,
To watch him from yonder is such a delight,
As he cruises on high, resplendent in flight.
His beak is sharp, his eyesight keen,
With wings tilted down, he slowly careens,
Drifting aloft in an azure-blue sky,
In fluid motion, he passes on by.
A joy to behold whether flying or still,
A creature of God, his majesty thrills,
With freedom and joy may he always abide,
The eagle, our emblem of honor and pride. |
