Ode To The Eagle

Eagles soaring

O'er Rockies white

Wings spread wide

In free flight.

What does he see?

So far below

Cold, cold shawls

Of mountain snow.

The river winds

Through tall pine trees

Sings soft in harmony

With the breeze.

No grizzly bears

They're sound asleep

Hibernating 'cause

Winter's deep.

They wait on spring

To wait and stretch

For the trout will be

So easy to catch.

The sun will be high

And the clouds will be light

As the eagle basks warmly

In his flight.

I do envy

What eagles hear and see

Mountains reaching heaven

A nest in a high tree.

The river is still singing

The wind still hums so soft

And the brand new eaglets

Sit in the high aerie loft.

Baby eagle heirs

For the Rocky Mountain throne

When ready for flight

They'll see what they own.

A kingdom with beauty

With wind in their sails

Reigning so freely

O'er meadows and dells.

Let the eagle forever be

Let the eagle forever fly

O'er the towering Rockies

And the cerulean sky.