The Bald Eagle

April 25, 2012
White-tipped wings adorn the sky,
Majesty unfolds
I see him catch a breeze so high
His body burnished gold.
A radiance of glory
Surrounds his presence great
Beauty, almost holy
In that alabaster face.
His beak is curved to kill
His talons sharp to grasp
Whichever prey he wills
Shall not escape his clasp.
His power seems unending
His glory undefiled,
Nobility unchanging
A creature not beguiled.

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OakwoodCat said...
Sept. 8, 2013 at 3:14 pm
Very powerful and captivating poem! Keep up the good work! :)
papagena This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 1, 2012 at 6:34 pm

Beautiful imagery! I love the rhyming scheme you use. Keep up the great work! 

5/5 stars! :)

pianokeysevie replied...
May 2, 2012 at 7:04 pm
thanks so much.. i've actually revised the last four lines, but can't figure out how to update on here.. this is my first poem.. could you check out my others?
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