The eagle just flapped its wings
Before making a graceful landing
On the roof of any nearby building
The young boy always watched in awe
Captivated by the sheer size of the bird
His dream was to fly on its wing
And enjoy the experience of
Soaring high up in the blue skies
He knew it would happen one day
And it did –the only difference
He flew, not on an eagle’s wing
But seated in an aeroplane
Sandra Martyres
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-eagle-s-wing/
