The Eagle has Landed
I am an eagle.
Extraordinary eyesight,
giant wings,
my sound is heard from
far away.
The sky is grey, grumpy and grim,
Deadly cold winds make a zip sound.
The wind feels so cold against my wings;
The eagle twitches as he flies
more and more.
I must fly as low as I can
to avoid the winds.
The weather freezes my wings
while flying down,
The eagle flys down like a rapid bullet;
The cold winds is frostbite just when you get outside.
The coldness can hurt so bad,
it’s a broken friendship.
Nathan Nicholle
Grade 6, St. Martha School
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