Eagle

• Daisy Winley, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2017

Gliding through the wind like a jet as the sun slowly sets with gold sparkly streams of mirrors and beautiful red.Gliding among the eagles with the wind punching him in the face like he was in a boxing fight getting beaten up except he liked it.As it started to get dark the eagle perched himself on the edge of a cliff and watched the very end of the sunset.