The eyrie
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Fiona Downie, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2005
The sorrow of the world is seen,
The danger and death understood,
Five miles high a nest is built,
I’d go there if I could.
The Eyrie is a special place,
I’m tied down here, I know,
But when life does release me,
Then I will gladly go.
The wars, the hurt, the death,
I collapse onto the ground,
The pain, the conflict, and all the ends,
I hear screams, the only sound.
I can finally meet the eagle,
The maker of the nest,
I left because of sorrow,
Now my soul is put to rest.