Leisurely I looked down at the oval pond:
Sun sparkled , wind rippled , shimmering on .
Thoughts mingled aimlessly within my mind,
Life' s a struggle, answers are hard to find .
Not a special day, sitting in the pine grove
Enjoying the sunny day, watching birds rove
Through branches or the grey fox far afield.
What was the grand shadow my eyes yield ?
Glide silent , majestically sublime ,
Even there in shade drenched pine ,
Hide and seek on wood 's floor below ,
What grandeur in his shadow's flow .
Sir Eagle chose my grove to grace
This day on west winds strong in place ,
For he who rides to heights unknown
Plummets to capture his prey alone .
Extinction faced this great noble bird ,
Man 's problems are really I'll compared .
So children , we wish you would claim
With honor, to carry forth your name .
Ronald C. Downie