During a Journey

Posted on April 4, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

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.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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