Eagle Watch

The morning came, the eagle stirred, one leap to fly again. The tourists smiled to watch this bird, the envy of all men. For who has not at one time slept and sometime in the night, Believed that if they also leapt, they, too, could rise in flight? Within one dream, atop a hill, I ran and ran and ran... And all at once I felt the thrill when my first flight began! I left the hill, I left the Earth, to glide upon the sky... It was as if my soul gave birth to something that could fly! No holding back, I had to hurl myself upon the wave! Like Superman and Supergirl, I flew as if by faith! I knew just how the eagle felt, designed for higher things... A better hand I had been dealt, transforming hands to wings! Each time I see an eagle soar to heights beyond my eyes, I realise what dreams are for, to simply mesmerise. Today, each pilot flies above, content to do his best... Just like the eagle that I love... God help them to be blessed... The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Eagle Watch'.