The Sentinel
R1 #1
There upon the cliff, a figure appears,
Watching over the desert through millions of years.
Its body is dark, like a shade or a shroud,
Silent and stoic, distinct and proud.
But look at that neck! It’s a ring made of light,
Pure snowy stone shining dazzlingly bright.
A collar of white, like a scarf she has worn,
Since the first stars of the galaxy were born.
She scans for a meal with a hunter’s glare,
But with a tummy of rock she eats only air.
She wants to take off and to soar in the view,
Stuck to the wall, nothing much she can do.
So give her a wave as you round the bend,
As always, she’ll be busy chasing the wind.
The bald eagle bird with the ruff of the snow,
Is stone-still but putting on quite a show.
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Somewhere on the R1 trail, you’ll find a rock shaped like an eagle, standing tall above the canyon below.
GPS coordinates of this photo: 39.14879, -108.80768
