Eagles WingsA Poem by Ian Craven
I ride upon the strength of the eagles soar. When I am upon them I hear their mighty roar. From sea to sea and coast to coast echoes their sound on every floor. Listen for their sound on a day that you are down and your spirit will lift; the heaviness you feel will be no more. A rejoicing in your spirit you will know when you feel the breeze. To ride upon the eagles wings in the clouds is delivering.
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Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorIan CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..Writing
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