Southern Skies

By

Barbara Lavallee

(From the collection entitled Soaring is to Be)

Lazy meadow grasses

Starlit southern skies

Dusting her wings with moonbeams

The eagle as she flies

Gliding effortlessly onward

Watching as she goes

For a place for her to settle

In her memories that she knows

A place filled with hoofbeats

And playful little yips

Of graceful galloping horses

And tiny little pups

A place of gentle laughter

Of kindness in the night

Where she can rest her feathers

Where she can end her flight

Until the daytime calls her

Once again to fly

She will carry deep within her

A love for southern skies