The Eagle

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The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

~ Alfred Tennyson

I love the picture of the eagle that Tennyson paints with his words!  I've been lucky enough to see some of these majestic creatures in real life -- they are amazing to watch.  This poem captures the spirit of an eagle in just six lines.

By the way, I apologize for not posting anything new for several weeks.  Life has been busy, busy, busy and I could barely keep up, even after neglecting this blog.  Hopefully I will be able to make time for new posts now.