Eagle — Pure & True

This poem was done as an entry to a competition and I am not quite sure if I have done justice in capturing the essence of the original poem. This is simply my version of a poem that has always held me enthralled in its vision. :)

The Eagle
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
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.

Eagle — Pure & True
By Tineeka

The piercing cry
Echoing through
Earth and sky
The call of the eagle wild
As it stands at the crest
The highest peak in life
Standing stately as a king
Wrapped in power and might
With the world at his feet
Oh to be standing at the crest
Of life’s highest mountain peak

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