~ The Eagle ~

I hear the eagle bird

With his great wings spread,

Pulling the blanket back from the east,

How swiftly he flies,

Bearing the sun to the morning.

an Iroquois poem, telling of Keneu, eagle of the east.

"The Return of the Sea Eagle" by John A. Love

THE EAGLE AND THE HAWK

I am the eagle, I live in high country

In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky

I am the hawk and there`s blood on my feathers

But time is still turning, they soon will be dry

And all those who see me and all who believe in me

Share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops

Sail o`er the canyons and up to the stars

And reach for the heavens and hope for the future

And all the we "can" be, not what we are.

print by Roy Henry Vickers

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