Song of The Eagle
Like an eagle,
I shall tour the skies,
Riding the current
Of the seeming wild wind.
I shall swing my wings
To stay afloat,
But I shall leave my course
To be swayed by the wind.
I shall swing my wings,
But I shall trust the wind
To carry me forth
On its path along the way.
At a tender age,
When I struggled to fly,
I sometimes flew against the wind
And ended up in unguarded places.
But now I’ve learned
To ride the course
Of the guiding wind
That always leads to glory-land.
By Oliver O. Mbamara
Copyright ©2020 from the book African Tales Under the Moonlight by Oliver O. Mbamara