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