Strutting across the frozen waters of the Platte

The sky’s royalty resting from their hunt

Their power is coiled into their stout bodies

Even on the ground they are a study in majesty and power

Their resting spot is transformed into a spot where the lords of the sky have touched

Eagles on the ice, seen only in passing on a journey

Yet their nobility transforms the dull grey of winter into a polar wonderland

For the king of the air has graced his subjects with his presence

And though he only remained standing on the ice

Never spreading his wings to take flight

Never embarking into the air where he reigns supreme

The brief view of his magnificence gave my heart wings

And on this cold day allowed my imagination to soar

Composed Neil White, 2013