Way up high
An eagles eye
Rivers merging
Blue ribbons
Surging swelling
waves emerging
Seen up here
High in the sky
Vast scene of
Patchwork green
Twisting ripples
winding inbetween
Tiny minnows
Whispering willows
Catching the eye
of an eagle flying high.
Narrow rows
Of stone built roads
Meeting at a crossroads
Jumping frogs
Croaking toads
Where the river flows
All seen by that knowing eye
Of an eagle flying so high.
By A. E. Lee