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.