The eyrie

• Fiona Downie, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

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,
It's not mine, I know,
But when I'm sad or death haunts me,
That is where I'll go,

When I finally see the eagle,
The maker of the nest,
I left earth because of sorrow,
Now my soul has been put to rest.