THE GULL AND THE EAGLE By Robert Hewett Sr.
This is one of my earliest poems. It is one of 9 that I wrote one night for the 9th birthday of the daughter of a friend.
THE GULL AND THE EAGLE
Hey, come fly with me clear to the sky
The gull cried as the Eagle soared by.
The Eagle and Gull circled with pride
Riding thermals like surfing the tide.
Look at those fools climb the buzzard cried,
As Gull and Eagle passed side by side.
Let them go said the hawk from a tree.
I lost them whined the crow curious to see.
Higher yelled the Gull looking regal.
Goodbye now you slow flying Eagle.
Look, said the Eagle, and you will see
I'm higher than you will ever be.
Up they rode the currents of hot air.
Straining for the sky to win the dare.
Come, said the Eagle, catch up to me.
Here I am cried the Gull riding free.
Where are they, asked the very swift dove?
I don’t know said the lark from above.
Fools they are now and fools they will be
Said the wise old owl from his Oak tree.
Up they went, the Gull and the Eagle
Trying to find out who was more regal.
Up they flew to rare air and hot sun
When they began the race seemed like fun.
Come, said the Eagle, Mr. Gull, let’s go.
I can’t do it, wheezed the gull below.
So the Eagle soared out of his sight.
The Gull could not match the Eagles flight.