The next poem I am going to post was inspired after reading William Horwood's novels Callanish and Stonor Eagle.

The Eagle

He sat there all alone,
The vastness of the sky,
Was once his proud domain
His wings used no more
Trapped by huge metal barws
For men to stand and stare
How he ached himself to free.

Suddenly, he saw hope
The cage was left ajar.
Forward his body surged.
Joy came back, life anew
As up and up he rose,
With grace, to glide, to swoop.
Free to where he belonged.

September 1989 - Hartlepool, England.

-Richard