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Aquila
by Scott Utley
I am your mother. Ive made love to the moon.
You are a bird, downy-garbed, and not yet ready to fly.
Ive drank the Earths tears, and each day I go high.
Youre wide-eyed, lovely, and filled with questions why.
Partake of my wisdom, and together, we'll kiss the sky.
03/07/2007 Posted on 03/07/2007
Copyright © 2026 Scott Utley
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/28/14 at 11:39 PM Incredibly beautiful! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/28/18 at 08:23 PM Scott, what a beautiful poem perhaps written from the point of view of an eagle. It reminds me of St. Francis, who I am now studying. When I see eagles and hawks fly, I get this feeling of peace and awe. Also, I have to admit that your poem makes me feel a little envy for this magnificent creature. Thanks for this poem that lifts me. |
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