During a journey through the mountains
I saw peaks that were robed in snow.
The lake below the glacier was cold.
I looked across its mirrored surface.
I saw a powerful eagle hunting for fish.
I watched it fly low and lift a salmon.
Its silent wings were full of power.
Its aerial dance was a sign of freedom
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Angellos
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