Under Scorching August Sun: Poem

 

Under Scorching August Sun

I.

Under scorching August sun

Eagle opened the wings.

The majestic view from my place –

Spectacular fly,

High in the sky,

And he done

Ander scorching August sun.

II.

The whisper of weather

Perhaps said, “Spread every feather.

Let your brilliance resound

And freedom to unbound

When you fly

High in the sky.”

Eagle’s feathers flew wildly

Under scorching August sun.

Powerful bird’s flight is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026