Our poem about an Eagle – By Oscar Organ, Frank Foakes, Josh Hardwick and Elijah Keedwell
I breathe in the sweet perfume of the mountain
As I fly down towards the river;
I gift you my wings so you can fly with me,
We can be free.
I feel the wind flowing through my feathers,
Gliding down towards the ground.
As if in a plane – we are safe,
About to land.