soaring high <br />with wings stretched many times <br />and alert eyes open wide <br />until it landed.....landed in the surface... <br /> <br />the moon <br />the lovely moon <br />with deep craters on its face <br />and stone-like sands <br />with no air to breath... <br /> <br />the world waited <br />as the struggle clasp the universe <br />curious, wandering, aware <br />like a slipper waken in the night <br />by a far away sound <br />a moment sent more than understood <br />one small step for man <br />and a gigantic record for mankind... <br /> <br />the voice of an eagle <br />sounds like trumpet in heaven <br />flashing like stars in the sky <br />conveying convincing <br />of a simple eagle that can soar <br />to the eventful phenomenon <br />where no one can reach <br />by its normal distinction... <br /> <br />the world is waiting <br />for the eagle’s return <br />to shout for its success <br />to prove that there’s no such place like moon...<br /><br />lady grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-eagle-14/
