The eagle sweeps and dips on broad, firm wing, And calls back to the nest a short, sharp cry. The eaglets know that call -- it means one thing, No more the nest, -- now they must learn to fly! Crag-high upon the edge one climbs afraid, Flutters, falls, -- he has tried his awkward best. Quick the watching eagle swoops down to spread A broad, firm wing, and bears it to the nest. A loving Father, wisely watching you, -- One day the call, you hear and stir your wings. No more the nest -- be up, there's work to do! Beyond that sheltering edge, hard, cruel things. But if you fall, weakened by fright or pain, Broad wing He'll spread and counsel, "Up again!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN |