Where the Eagle Roams?
The (WNIU) classical radio DJ introducing a modern piece about the West, mentioned the eagle, either the bald or simply the bird in general. That sparked memories from the years in late childhood and the prairie, so I tried to chase it down, and am only hoping those who live in the West now may cut me some slack and if I have erred by memory, kindly inform me privately? La, but 'twas a chore to write! Enjoy?
(sonnet # DL)
'Tis when the prairie's truly yours, alone
In its vast grassland's emptiness; its hills
That gently swell, 'midst flatlands silence fills,
'Til subtler noises like soft whispers thrown
From somewhere distant tease the sense and hone
To hear winds traipsing through the grass, send thrills
Of life besides oneself; 'til it instills
Its solitude within your soul, s'unknown.
Where fieldmice run unseen, jackrabbits play
And greet the searching gaze, but rarely, when
Their long ears pop up suddenly as they
Appear and vanish in the tall growth; then
In skies' expanse whene'er the birds of prey
Wheel, circling stead'ly, th'eagle you might ken.
17Feb12
D107b
Jenny, this is one of my favourites of yours, and there have been many :) The eagle wheels, circling steadily... spot on, a wonderful sight to see, and only twice in my life time !...loved it...Maggie
Excellent versing of the eagle's majesty amid the prarie's wilderness. Really enjoyed this reading Jenny.
I have enjoyed some of your sonnets. I should like to recommend to you 2 by James Emanuel, one of the best published contemporary poets who happens to be little known. The first is called "For a Farmer"; the second, "Sonnet For a Writer". In my view, these are among the most beautiful I've ever read, up there with the best of Shakespeare. Check out Dan Schneider's essay on Emanuel, and you'll find them there.
Great sonnet on eagle. When I go for y walk, I watch an Eagle meandering over my head. When I was young, it will snatch food from my hand.
It's always a pleasure to watch them in flight. They add a depth and that majestic grace to the sky. This is a wonderful, vividly expressive write. Don't know much about the prairies, but the Eagles we do see. I really enjoyed this write. tfs
One great write so beautifully expressed..Floreann
How lucky were you to qrow up with wild beauty around! I think that somehow it grows deep into the core of the soul moulding it into a fountain.. now I could guess from where some of your rivers of beauty comes. Thank you for this lovely images, I could fly around and saw those cute ears, that in your soul lived on, a grateful bow.
I am in love with your sonnet here, a chore to write becomes a satisfying read.
Lovely lines that form beautiful verses. Very sweet and subtle.