OSceola the bald eagle

OSceola took a tumble
When a hunter thought that he
Had bagged this golden eagle
The adventurer so free
The bullet it went through a wing
And forced him from the sky
Spiralling down in agony
Expecting for to die

Substantive and immortal
Subsisting as they do
They are born with their Nirvana
Flying through the skies of blue
Soaring to the heavens
Through our thermal streams
And katabatic up draughts
In everybody’s dreams

And so these wondrous wingspan
With magic to behold
Would never again fly it seems
On one wing who so bold
Could possibly imagine
What this would actually do
When an eagle just could never fly
BAck into the blue

Enter one JOHN STOKES
With the same birthday as me
Just a whole lot younger
But as free as free could be
Birds of prey were his desire
To fly was his need
Being a hang glider he knew he could succeed
Rehabilitation would be a long old thing
For The eagle after surgery only had one wing
JOhn heard of Burke Ewing who took his dog
To fly
And thought to make a harness
So his eagle could get by
He made, various prototypes
And finally he found
one that really did work well
When they were off the ground
And so he took the eagle on his back
And they did fly
Up into the thermals
And out across the sky

OSceola was happy when they flew
The bird could see
I bet that brought back really
All the memory
Of flying over mountains
Of soaring over trees
Of searching out his freedom
On which his eyes could seize

Of hunting for his eyesight
Was amazing to be sure
Flying in the silence
Perhaps forever more
JOhn gave this advantage
To his friend the raptor who
For 12 years flew together
Up into the blue

Video on youtube by echo films

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