I wrote my first unsolicited poem when I was twelve after a visit to Silver Lake, WA, and still have the original, misspellings and all.
A Soaring Beauty
That osprey is a lovely sight,
More than man could ever say;
With talons outstreached in its flight,
Like crooked hands waiting to snatch its prey.
Circling, ever circling, in the day light,
With x-ray eyes and fethers of glossy gray.