O Bird
Raise your wings,
O bird.
Your shadowed eyes
shall hide no longer.
Your hook`ed beak-
Your grasping claws
shall race the lightning
in the mist of your
haunted isle.
Raise your wings,
O bird.
Your magnificent head
shall rise still higher.
Your tearing beak –
Your flashing claws
shall grasp the fork`ed tail
in the mist of the
haunted skies.
Raise your wings,
O bird.
Magnificent creature
with eyes of fire….
Burn on…
Burn on…
Burn on…
Scream in the heavens on your
haunted shores.
O bird,
O bird,
O bird,
O magnificent bird…..
Raise your wings.
I wrote this one and quite a number of others in 1977 when I went commercial fishing near Port Hardy, BC. It was often foggy, very wild and rugged along the shoreline, and the bald eagles were everywhere. They are an incredibly magnificent, majestic and powerful bird. Many times I marveled at their effortless flight and their ability to swoop down from the foggy sky, effortlessly plucking a salmon from the water with their powerful claws.
© David H. (Dave) Cottrell