"A pillar of hot, rising air he climbs Scanning the prairie with a vigilant eye- Skyward soars the falcon.
I stand below as if bewitched, My eyes upon the falcon fixed, I watch him roll and fall and rise And long to leave the earth behind- Skyward soars the falcon.
Beyond the grasp of time he soars, Without the guidance of a helmsman's oar, No bating, beating kite is he; He lords the sky, truly free- Skyward soars the falcon.
But, the horizon remains a lifetime away, Never attained, try as he may- Skyward soars the falcon."
