It was the eagles head, below the moon,
That watched over the hatchlings wrapped inside,
Surrounded by whiteness in nature’s womb,
A faith in beginnings and God abides,
There precarious unborn eagles lie,
Awaiting the day when shells are broken,
When tiny brown eyes will glimse the blue sky,
Dreaming of flight and perils unspoken,
Being born on the precipice of fear,
Where screeching for food will be their first sound,
While wondering why no mother is near,
It’s their Father who'll feed them, and surround
The two tiny creatures with love and life,
For no bird goes hungry within Gods sight.
A contest entry
- BLOW MY MIND by Tam.
600 points, ended October 31, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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great write
you did a wonderful job with this!
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I love this poem!
Very, very well done! Great storyline of the eggs hatching alone...great take on the pic prompt.
Thank you for sharing your time and talent with me!
Blessings! Tammy
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Thank you very much!
Excellent entry!
Blessings! Tammy
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