Eagled Man
With wings outstretched
currents carry Nature's eyes upward
rising above meadowed Alpine flowering
across scree-scattered memories old
soaring above storm and cloud
coming to rest on season's memory-laden cover
Beneath a taloned grip
slants rusted sheets of shelter
overhanging tin-sealed windows
now but closed eyes
once open to saber edged granite
What secrets lay at rest
within its stone walls?
What flames of the soul
has this bouldered shield kept kindled?
What exhaustion of lungs
has her solid floor rested?
What whispered voices
have her passion embers kept conscious?
To some
A rest stop in history
To others
An outpost of courage
To all
A rock-firm pause
reminding those who pass
eagles do soar
just as legs do climb
seeking but the calm
the windless current
where melodic vision is unabated
and chorused echoes spring infinite
where journey of mind
meets home of spirit
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measures of history and your excellent thinking
but greater than the analysis the heart you
display more and more as you explore your voice
john
what a climb to find the soaring home
Budd
"While the quaint wooden cabin slumbered peacefully in a certain measure of disorder, it still somehow appeared to be magically imbued with the vitality of the clever designer. Stripped now of all welcome and warmth; it readily mirrored the willpower and strength it had taken to build, and struck in me a decided melancholy of foregone times."
richard