Family Poetry posted August 5, 2017

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The Alpha and Omega of our National Symbol.

Where Eagles Die!

by junglefighter

Where Eagles Die!
(A "Salute," to our Native Americans)

"I am America's symbol of power, spiritual energy, transcendence and freedom.  I soar high above the green valleys, and snow capped peaks of the mountain tops.  I lift my feathered wings into the sky, and touch the face of God"

Breaking the bonds of my eggshell, my wobbly
legs fail, and I nestle under the security
of my mother's wings - -  I become
America's symbol.

Always hungry, I ravenously swallow scraps
of meat from jackrabbits, plump rats,
and old dried up prairie dog carcasses - -
I grow quickly.

Ready to leave my nest, I teeter as my
mother flies by, dangles a marmot in her claw,
then entices me to follow - - I
am airborne.

Mating for life, I father eaglets to inherit my
sovereignty.  They become adolescents, adults,
then talon me fish from the waters - -
I eat heartily. 

Symbolic to those that shall follow me, I soar
high above the mountains, green valleys
below, then on through the years - -
I grow weak and weary.

Graciously lifting my wings, I circle back
through life's journey to my long ago baby's
nest, now rotting with age - - my
old bones pop and ache.

Having made my footprints, I relinquish my
symbol, fold my sparsely feathered wings
against my frail body - - my
final moment nears.

Facing the sun in the west, I dig my talons into
the rock, bow my weary head, pay
homage to my kind - - then tumble 
to the valley below.

A "Salute," to: Lilibug6 for the Artwork.

The American bald eagle was adopted as the National Bird Symbol of the United States of America in 1782.  It was chosen for it's majestic beauty, great strength, and long life.  The Endangered Species Act of 1966 and l978 helped to protect the bird, but the banning of DDT in 1972 was the most effective in the bald eagle's recovery.  By the year 2000, the US Fish and Wildlife Service proposed that the eagle be declared fully recovered, and, on June 28, 2007, the Department of the Interior took the American Bald Eagle off the Federal List of Endangered and threatned.


Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry


The writing of 'Where Eagles Die,' is especially gratifying, as it commemorates our National symbol. It is indeed an honor that I dedicate this poem to our Native Americans. I myself, am one-third Cherokee, and was born in the Smoky Mountains (Pigeon Forge) of East Tennessee. Thank you for reading my work, and best wishes wherever you are.
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