SOUNDS OF THE EAGLES

Through the years they soar like birds,

With their voices are sounds of musical words.

They cry out to those whom would hear as they play,

The thoughts in their minds, with a guitar they will say.

Smiles of emotion on their faces each one,

All come together, apart they are none.

They all tell a story of their lives as they sing,

Memories of the past, to the presence they now bring.

Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,

One, two, three, four, sounds of the Eagles,

Are what they were born to be.

Keith Garrett