An eagle flies over the land of his home
As he soars of winds of love alone
The chill wind makes eyes cry
As he searches for love in an empty sky
Wings tire from an eternal search
Growing more weary they begin to lurch
Unable to beat them any longer
He succumbs to the wind which grows stronger
Eyes moist with pain and sorrow
On the winds of love he’ll search tomorrow
Kelly “Boy” Dugan
11-10-1992
My first poem