Freer <br />than most birds <br />an eagle flies up <br />over San Francisco <br />freer than most places <br />soars high up <br />floats and glides high up <br />in the still <br />open spaces <br /> <br />flown from the mountains <br />floated down <br />far over ocean <br />where the sunset has begun <br />a mirror of itself <br /> <br />He sails high over <br />turning and turning <br />where seaplanes might turn <br />where warplanes might burn <br /> <br />He wheels about burning <br />in the red sun <br />climbs and glides <br />and doubles back upon himself <br />now over ocean <br />now over land <br />high over pinwheels suck in sand <br />where a rollercoaster used to stand <br /> <br />soaring eagle setting sun <br />All that is left of our wilderness<br /><br />Lawrence Ferlinghetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seascape-with-sun-and-eagle/
