This year has flown by on the wings of an Eagle.
Flying high and fast to get to where it has to go.
Never looking back, always looking ahead.
Seeking and searching it sights what it wants and takes it.
Never landing nor slowing down as it is flies off with it's catch.
The year is near it's end, as the Eagle soars closer to home.
Very soon as the year comes to a close, the Eagle will land in it's nest.
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PoetryThis is poetry that I have written over the years. I decided to share them with all of you cool people. When I wrote my poems I was either asleep and dreaming, or I had just woken up and wrote down what I remembered. Every now and then a song wound...
