SOUNDS OF THE EAGLES'

Through the years they soar like birds’

With their voices are sounds of musical words.

They cry out to those who 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 present now they bring.

Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,

One, Two, Three, Four sounds of the Eagles,

Are what they were born to be.

         Keith Garrett