Soar

In an effortless swishing of wings, soaring upwards is the 

magnificent master of the sky.  With outstretched wings the bold 

form catches an updraft and climbs toward the heavens, into a 

mysterious world of clouds. 

As suddenly as he disappears, he appears to play hide and seek 

with the massive earth which lays motionless below him.  For 

hours he glides, perfecting loops, dives, and turns with a mere 

graceful flap of the wing. 

Away he fades, deeper into the blue like a speck of dust floating 

carelessly around an empty room.  He comes into sight once more 

with a breath-taking dive and a twisting loop then vanishes 

mysteriously over the mountainside. 

He is gone, and remains just a memory put away deep into the 

back of my head.  Then sometime in the future I will see him again 

and he will bring back that cherished memory and my longing to 

be like him; an eagle, able to fly, carefree, and everlasting…

© David Girard 06/12/73



* This is one of two poems that likely allowed for my marginal success in high school English 11.
I disliked being in high school and English was my least favorite subject.

dg