The Poem Girl
"Poetry is like a nice big quilt, with words and pictures, pieced together."
Friday, January 18, 2013
The Eagle
The eagle flies so silently.
Past a lake, past a tree.
So far, so fast.
As soft as wind on grass.
Majestically he flies.
Through the skies.
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