Flight of the Eagle

I remember the past,
Days of old
When the flight of the eagle
Was a sight to behold.
Soaring through
The sky so cold;
A majestic creature
Brave and bold.

From the eagle's nest
Hatched a mighty bird
That would soon fly free
From the distant world.
Flying to places,
To men unheard.
A tale to be understood
Word-by-word.

Reaching up to the
Clear, blue sky.
Soaring to places
Aces high
Truly majestic,
One can not deny.
Shouting out
A glorious cry.

Though the flight of
These creatures may falter,
Death and peril
That might occur
The winds of destiny
And time would alter
That their demise
Would surely deter.

To the eagle we give
Our endless praise
The eagle with
His unwavering ways.
The flight of whom
Could reach the sun's rays.
The eagle who flies
'Till the end of his days.