A poem for my friend who has taught me so much about what matters most and how to achieve it.

-For Gordon

You see me perched here on this stump, fierce and noble,

the image of power and freedom.

Do not be fooled.

Respect comes from great sacrifice and humility.

You wonder why my eye looks so intense,

my beak so sharp and hooked.

Look inside to see how I had to tear the flesh

from those who took the land away from my friends.

I have survived sparce winters where I kept my children

tucked safely under my large wing

just to be shot and hung on a wall as someone’s trophy.

My emblem has been covered by blood, found on the uniform

of a fallen soldier, killed by someone who could not speak his language

and could not see his spirit.

I have seen much since the foundation of the world.  And I sit here

and think about where I have yet to fly.

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  • lxdollarsxl on Jan 5, 2012

    I’m touched, and that’s really what the eagle is about in so many ways – Oh to be an eagle, on the wings of time.

  • jsimms32 on Jan 5, 2012

    What a fantastic poem. I couldn’t help but picture the eagle as a symbol of American Indians, which, at least as far as my insight goes, is a completely new idea. It’s almost bordering on grotesque in the way that you transformed the superficial valorized image of the eagle into a creature who’s ferocity derives from injustice rather than justice. How ironic!

  • djbtol on Jan 5, 2012

    The eagle is a majestic symbol used for critical points of life.

  • Audrey Howitt on Jan 5, 2012

    Beautifully done!

  • afaceristonline on Dec 16, 2012

    a very good excellent very interesting post

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