Shadow of An Eagle/Poem/Bette Wolf Duncan

SHADOW OF AN EAGLE

© 1998 by Bette Wolf Duncan
The shadow of an eagle's wings
racing 'cross the mountain side --
I saw it sweep the valley floor,
then pierce the golden sun and soar --
the day that Grandpa died.
I hiked to Grandpa's special place --
a place, he said, for chasing dreams --
where you can leave the world and rest
and fish awhile in silver streams.
He told me of the days of old.
He showed me how he panned for gold.
A shadow skimmed across the stream
that Grandpa panned so long ago --
the place he stopped to chase a dream...
where golden nuggets wink and glow.
He liked to watch the eagles fly
and pierce the blaze of burning sky.
"You see them eagles overhead;
I'd like to fly like them," he said.
The shadow of an eagle's wings
racing 'cross the mountain side --
I saw it glide through open space,
then land at Grandpa's special place --
the day that Grandpa died.