The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ragg’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 (1851)
The Squall
Jagg’d winds obey his command;
He rushes down to the coarse sand,
Unfurling a mighty wingspan.
Like lightning, he pierces the squall;
Receiving the void’s siren call,
He answers in kind with his all.
-Tyler DeWriter (2026)
30/30 Challenge II Day 17 Prompt – A response to someone else’s poem
Tyler DeWriter 