Friday, 5 June 2009


Here is one of those poems that needs to be read and memorised and then recited aloud (alone or in company, the choice is yours !) to experience the power of the words in describing the dramatic swoop of the mighty eagle. Feel the wind in your hair as you free fall with this majestic bird of prey from his lofty mountain perch ! ~ GOSh.~ ..
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.


Alfred Lord Tennyson

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