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Eagles...

When I lived out in the Valley, Riebeek Valley that is, ever so often I would hear the Eagle's cry and would watch them for as long as possible. It is a love I shared with my late husband so whenever I hear the Eagle calling I would be thinking of him as well. 

So here is my little poem in freestyle.

Eagles soaring in the sky
Majestic, free, soaring high
Calling for its mate to join
In a dance of love and life
Calling, soaring, endless sky 
2008, © JSZ, Angelique  
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